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... laid out in a pan. The divine aroma wafting from them made his nose twitch.
"Almost ready," he murmured, blindly reaching to his right to pull a plate closer. He didn’t dare look away, fearing the meal might burn. Under normal circumstances, that would have been unfortunate. Today, it would be catastrophic as the dollop of butter he had used might very well be the last in all of Proxima.
The Tutorial had whisked the Arkanians’ elite to this hostile planet, but while most of them ...
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