Stolen Black Gold

Stella

Vance and I burst into the restaurant, a gust of fresh air sweeping in with us as the door swings shut behind.

Our clothes are still wet, covered in mud, and clinging uncomfortably to our skin, but the euphoria coursing through my veins easily overcomes any discomfort that I might be feeling. The kitchen, already in full swing for the day, is a cacophony of noise.

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