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Chapter 15 The Roast

Author: Evve
last update publish date: 2026-04-09 21:18:50

The crisp Saturday morning air was sharp. The Cedar Falls Autumn Farmers' Market was incredibly crowded. Aurora walked through the busy stalls with Lily.

They reached the center pavilion. Angela Monroe stood behind a wide wooden counter. A massive, beautiful roast sat on a display platter.

"Good morning, Lily," Angela said warmly. "And Aurora."

"Good morning," Aurora replied.

Lily did not look up at Angela. The child stopped completely. She stared intensely at the sliced meat on the silver plat
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