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... smoke from the stall had pulled me in like a lifeline, the savory aroma so potent it drowned out the flutes and harps. I had been so captivated that I hadn’t realized how far I’d drifted from others until I was standing alone before the grill. The shapes cooking there were strange and fascinating—long, tubular bodies with curious, curling tentacles, their surfaces blistering and turning a golden-brown. Then, the memory surfaced: a faded, water-stained illustration in a book I’d secretly read in ...
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