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“Right.” Duh, Ariel. “I’m sorry for your⁠—”

“Don’t bother.”

We lapse back into an awkward silence. The oven hisses as it cools, old gears settling back into place now that Zoya is mercifully done turning me into foie gras.

“Sashenka learned to cook here,” Zoya announces as she bundles back in the...

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