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Course nine: Saffron-poached langoustine tail . 47, now in a kitchen assistant’s apron, swapped the Baron’s personal set of silver spoons. The new spoons were identical, but their bowls had been microscopically etched with a single, desiccated crystal of potassium iodide. Not enough to taste. Just enough to prime the palate.

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"You," the Baron whispered, not loudly, but with the certainty of a predator. "You have the stillness of a man who has killed before. Chef? Remove this man." Course nine: Saffron-poached langoustine tail

The Baron lifted the spoon. The room held its breath. He brought it to his lips. Not enough to taste

He let them lead him away. As he passed the Baron’s table, he simply exhaled.

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