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... familiar, a strange contrast to the chaos they’d just escaped. Elara sat in the small galley, elbow-deep in a ration pack that claimed to taste like "beef stew." It didn’t. It tasted like regret.
Across from her, Damien stirred his own with a face that looked like he was preparing to eat a live grenade.
"Tell me again why we let Nova cook?" Elara muttered, poking the gelatinous blob with her spork.
"She didn’t cook it," Damien deadpanned. "She threatened the food processo ...
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