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Chapter 80 — The Question I Refuse to Answer

Penulis: Queen Bee
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-31 23:47:30

The kitchen was my favorite part of the pocket dimension.

I had shaped it inspired by an old memory — a countryside house in Tuscany, eighteenth century, where a widow fed me fresh bread and red wine before I fed on her.

The wooden beams on the ceiling, the hand-painted tiles, the cast-iron stove that never cooled. The only concession to modernity was the Italian coffee maker I had insisted on installing, because even demons have limits to anachronism.

On the solid oak table, I had laid out wha
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