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Vladimir's Marked Luna - Chapter 57: Grace
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... n colour that lit up the dish. The meat, tender, its juices seeping onto the plate with a single touch of my fork. Yet, the breathtaking aroma only served to make my stomach turn harder.
Which was disheartening because if I had been served like this back home, my plate would have been cleaned down to the white china.
The tension at the table was like an arrow bow pulled taut. I ingested little pieces at a time so I would not puke.
No one spoke, knives and forks clanking. ...
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