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... h a fork and knife in hand.
The chefs shuffled past their dead comrade in culinary arms, taking careful steps so they did not shatter the crowned cake.
Ixion took his seat with a wicked grin of anticipation.
The jester began to cheer:
"Cake, cake, cake, cake!"
A hollow look filled Cecelia’s eyes as she stood over the man’s corpse.
Cecelia knelt and closed the man’s eyes, then ordered a few chefs with free hands to take him away.
The amber-h ...
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