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... against stone. Unlike before, Thane’s strokes were steady, clean, each mushroom collapsing into perfect slices instead of a messy pulp. He remembered his earlier failure, the wasted juices spraying across his sleeve, and allowed himself a thin smile. Not this time. Now, the knife sang.
Where once he hacked at them, spraying juice and ruining texture, now his strokes were clean. Each slice was uniform, thin enough for the flavor to bloom in the broth, yet thick enough to hold its form. ...
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