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[For anyone in the Paternoster House, I'm sorry for this. There's smoke from the oven, and the windows are open to let it filter out.
...and Lucrecia? Sitting at the table with her head in her hands. Yep, she burned dinner, and can't get the burnt remains out of what she had put the food into. Oh yes, this is the smell of FAILURE.]
...and Lucrecia? Sitting at the table with her head in her hands. Yep, she burned dinner, and can't get the burnt remains out of what she had put the food into. Oh yes, this is the smell of FAILURE.]