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... didn’t know how long has it been since this body tasted meat.
"I’ll get the pot," Lyra said, moving efficiently. "I’ll cook them up right away. A good stew will help you heal earlier."
Sol nodded absentmindedly, but immediately a memory surfaced from the depths of his predecessor’s brain. He recalled the "stew."
It wasn’t a stew, it was a fucking culinary crime. Lyra, bless her heart, had only one method of cooking: throw everything... skin, roots, and bitter greens...int ...
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