Chapter 28 In Which My Ten-Minute Visit Goes Terribly Wrong

Rosalie

I set the final blueberry spiral onto the ceramic plate and wiped a smear of cream from the edge with my thumb. Chef Mara had stepped out to speak with the seneschal, a broad-shouldered centaur with a neatly trimmed beard and a habit of tapping his hoof whenever he was impatient. The rest...

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