The Impossible Dishes of Monsieur Moreau
## Act I: The Locked Pantry The restaurant had been closed for twenty years. Lucian Moreau stood in the doorway, looking in at the darkness, the smell of dust and burnt butter and forgotten perfume, the Art Deco ceiling with its silver leaf peeling like dead skin, the long rows of empty tables and chairs stacked upside down against the walls like skeletal hands. It was on Rue de Seine, in the...
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