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Chapter 72: The First Ingredient

Author: Mahaniputna
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"Move!" Bima’s shout ripped through the alley as he shoved Lia and Riska forward, his eyes locked on the advancing figures in white. The notebook, his new, precious burden, was tucked tight against his chest.

The warung owner’s voice, amplified by some unseen device, boomed, "It's futile, Bima. The Palate is everywhere. It is you."

But Bima felt a counter-current, a faint thrumming from the notebook, a ghost of that unique flavor. It was a whisper against the roaring phantom hunger.

"Kevin! Sta
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