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CHAPTER 97: THE KITCHEN
Author: Zaint
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Julian was waiting for them when they arrived at nine in the morning.

He was standing in the kitchen, not peeling potatoes for once, just standing with his hands in his pockets and a look on his face that Victoria had learned to recognize as the look that preceded something difficult.

The six sisters walked in, hung their coats, poured their bad tea, and sat at the round table. They had developed a rhythm now—arrive, sit, wait, learn.

Julian did not sit. He stayed standing.

"You've learned how
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