Silas took a tiny, gold-plated spoon and tasted the singular bite. He closed his eyes. For a moment, the frivolous embroidery on his sleeves and the absurdity of his silk cape faded. He looked satisfied, not by the calories, but by the sheer exclusivity of the moment. "How is it?" Clara asked, mesmerized despite herself.
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