The Dinner That Never Happened
The dinner service at Azimuth had been booked for eight months. It was the most exclusive restaurant in the city, a twelve-seat counter where the chef, a man named Julian Crow, served a twenty-course tasting menu that changed every night and that no two diners ever experienced the same way. The woman at seat six was named Diana. She had booked the reservation on a Tuesday afternoon in March,...
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