The air in Kengle’s tiny kitchen was thick with the cloying scent of simmering beef. He stirred the pot with a wooden spoon, a greasy grin splitting his face. The hamburgers, a symphony of fat and gristle, bubbled in a broth of their own juices. Kengle, oblivious to the culinary sacrilege...
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