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... > The room was still warm from the fire and from everyone’s nervous breathing.
Isabella had Cyrus help lift the clay pot again. This time they tipped it carefully and let the soft, golden round cake slide out on a flat, cleaned stone. It wobbled a little as it landed, like it was shy about being seen by so many people.
Steam curled up in white wisps. The fragrance grew even stronger.
Ophelia almost drooled on the spot.
"So soft..." she whispered, hugging her own c ...
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