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the stand.

Her eyes moved to the cake, and the color drained from her face.

“What is that?” she asked.

I placed it in the center of the table.

“It’s Grandma Rosalind’s honey walnut cake.”

A murmur passed through the room. Harold carefully put down his fork.

Patricia forced a laugh. “That’s impossible. The recipe was lost.”

“No,” I said calmly. “It wasn’t.continue reading …