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Chapter 14

Penulis: Anna C
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-27 01:05:02

Leila POV

The packhouse kitchen is my sanctuary, a warm haven where the scent of fresh-baked cornbread wraps around me like a hug, its buttery sweetness mingling with sizzling bacon and the faint tang of herbs from Miss Ophelia’s herb garden. The worn wooden counter is dusted with flour, the air alive with the clink of pots and the soft hum of a kettle, a stark contrast to the chaos swirling in my head since the revelations about my past. But here, amid the familiar rhythm of chopping and stirr
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