Chapter 20 Unspoken Thoughts and floating dough

Eliana Point Of View

By mid-morning, the kitchen smells of hot honey, butter, and roasted grain.

"Pip, get that sack of dried fruit off the bottom shelf," Maeve calls out, her voice loud over the crackle of the oven fire. "And do not touch the small glass pots on my spice rack!"

Maeve has six b...

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