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... ng to start a food-based diplomatic incident. That was important to note.
She was just cooking.
That’s what I kept telling myself as I watched her clean a pot with more precision than some people cleaned relics. Elbow deep in her traveling ration kit, eyes twitching slightly with every crunch of dried root, she was not panicking.
Except she was. Because I’d seen Cinders cook during a monster attack with blood on her apron and less tension in her shoulders than she had rig ...
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