SIENNAThe tray arrived at six.A knock, soft and hesitant. A kitchen wolf on the threshold with her eyes lowered, holding a covered plate in both hands. Brisa. The same girl who had spread the rumor about me with a sweet, sorrowful face.“From the kitchen,” she said. “The cook thought you might like something hot. Since you missed lunch.”I had not missed lunch. I had eaten it at the long table, in front of forty witnesses.“How kind,” I said. “Thank you.”She set it on my desk. Her hands were not quite steady. She glanced at the plate, then at me, then at the floor.“Enjoy,” she whispered, and fled.I waited until her footsteps faded.Then I lifted the cover.Stew. Thick, brown, steaming. A heel of bread on the side. A wooden spoon. It looked like every other meal I had eaten in this stronghold, ordinary and humble and warm.I leaned over it and breathed in.Beneath the smell of onions and meat, there was something else. Faint. Thin. A sweetness that did not belong, like flowers lef
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