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... the mandarin orchard when the kitchen lights flickered on, flooding the space with gentle gold. The counters were already dusted with flour. The oven, fired up before dawn, radiated a soft heat that pushed back the chill lingering outside. Sunday mornings were always slow, but this one felt especially heavy with meaning.
Joon-ho tied his apron with a swift motion, sleeves rolled to his forearms. Around him, the kitchen crew—some yawning, some humming, all smiling—gathered with bowls and ...
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