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Chapter 110 The Night Kitchen

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The digital clock on the heavy stainless steel oven read exactly one in the morning. The farmhouse was wrapped in a deep, winter silence, but the kitchen was vibrating with a specific, pressurized energy.

Aurora Blake stood at the wide center island. This was not the 2AM kitchen of her first week in Cedar Falls. There were no ghosts of Miya here tonight, and no suffocating insomnia driving her to the stove.

This was a working kitchen. It was the space of two professionals building a future.

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