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... s. Thin lines of smoke curled upward, the smell of singed wood filling the kitchen. The heavy pot sat on top, still empty, waiting for its fate.
Freya stood stiffly at the counter, sleeves rolled high, staring down at an onion as though it had personally insulted her family name. Her knife hovered, hesitant, too elegant in her grip for something as simple as chopping.
"This," she said coldly, "is absurd. I should not be doing this."
"Absurd is exactly the word," I agreed ...
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