Chapter 11 In Which I Bake For The King

By midmorning, I'd already lost count of how many crates I'd hauled across the kitchen.

I dragged another crate of winter cabbages across the damp floor and dropped it beside the prep table. Heat rolled off the stoves, and I wiped my forehead with the edge of my apron.

Chef Mara was shouting somet...

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