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... e, and after the first bite she understood why.
The pastry was delicate enough to crumble at the slightest pressure, its golden crust giving way to a soft filling that carried the warmth of roasted chestnuts and winter honey. For a brief, blissful moment, the noise of the ballroom faded entirely as she closed her eyes and savoured it.
"Oh," she murmured softly, almost to herself.
Across the table, the Marchioness Elowyn laughed behind her fan. "I take it the Countess was ...
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