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CHAPTER 54 — THREE AT TABLE

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last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-08 03:35:20

The dinner was good.

This was a thing Dante noted with proprietary satisfaction — the fish prepared approximately as Dona Beatriz had demonstrated, the wine that Tomás had deemed appropriate for occasions proving itself correct on that assessment, the table set with the specific domestic ease that the kitchen had developed over months as a place where people ate together and not just for fuel.

Catalina ate carefully at first — the careful eating of someone whose body was not yet fully persuaded
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