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... hatever that moment was.
She turned her attention to the food stall ahead—a simple wooden setup with a large iron griddle sizzling behind it, sending the rich scent of roasting meat and spices into the air. The stall belonged to an elder demon woman, a figure as familiar to Malvoria as the scent of the food she was cooking.
She had been coming here for years.
Since she was a teenager.
Since the days when she would run from the castle, ditch her guards, and vanish ...
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