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... and two wood-burning stoves. Steam hissed from a giant pot in the corner. And there she was, Nana. Stooped over a chopping board with a rusted cleaver in her hand, apron covered in flour and broth stains, her silver hair tied in a loose bun.
"You two finally decided to join the living?"
"Sorry, Nana."
"Sleep’s a luxury for folks who don’t need to chop vegetables."
She pointed the cleaver toward the counter.
"Get to it. And don’t you dare ...
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