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... ners, just the city breathing far below and the rooms holding their shape.
Rose’s laugh from the kitchen drifted down the hall, threaded with Stella’s quick questions and Reika’s steady answers. I stood in the doorway a moment and let the scene fix itself in my head: Stella on a stool arranging plates by size because "order improves flavor," Rose stealing a chocolate chip "for science," Reika moving like a metronome—pan, rack, board—never wasting a step. The photo we’d printed that morni ...
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