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Meat? Lu frowned at her steaming bowl of rich brown broth. She’d thought those delicious chunks were some sort of exotic vegetable. She hadn’t eaten meat in . . . well, years probably. She and her father hadn’t been able to afford it. Nola, sitting beside Magnus at the table, offered him another slice of bread. He accepted it with a grateful nod, and she answered, “Venison.” Scheisse, she was eating Bambi. Lu nearly spit out her mouthful of stew, but remembered in time these people were helping her on her quest to save her mother. She swallowed, trying not to grimace too obviously. The taste of innocent murdered creature, however, lingered unfortunately on her tongue, which prompted a feeling of sentimentality for the tasteless-as-cardboard BioVite and FitCakes she’d grown up eating. M
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