The Architect of Hunger (V-06)
I remember the first time I saw Julian in the kitchen. He didn't look like a genius; he looked like a man trying to hold back a landslide with a toothpick. He was thin, his eyes were perpetually bloodshot, and he spoke in a whisper that sounded like a secret he was afraid to tell. I was twenty-two, a culinary graduate with a degree and a desperate need to be part of something great. Julian...
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