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Chapter 308: Child Fruit
Author: Frank Torrey
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The taste that flooded Mira’s mouth was not the complex, nostalgic joy her father had experienced. It was simpler, purer. It was the taste of being seen. Of walking across a stage and looking into a crowd knowing two faces were beaming with pride meant only for her. It was the sweetness of uncomplicated achievement. The fruit, scaled to her, delivered the chapter’s essence as a child would feel it: a moment of supreme, radiant centrality.

She swallowed.

The effect on her was even more dramatic
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