Chapter 14 · free to read
The final. Six clubs, two hours, and one bun apiece to make the case for itself.
Every instinct said add the honey. They had won the preliminary by adding the honey.
The timer started. So did the forty minutes of nothing.
Two hours. Months of practice behind every minute of it. And then it was only a tray on a rack, waiting.
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