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Chapter 15 - The Bitter Taste of Privilege

The morning sun broke gently through the rain-washed glass windows of the downtown cafe, casting long, golden shafts of light across the gleaming marble counter. The brass bell above the double doors chimed with a crisp, welcoming ring as the first wave of morning commuters stepped in off the bustling sidewalk.

Mia stood behind the counter, her dark hair neatly tied back, her crisp white shirt immaculate, and her tan apron smooth. She moved with a rhyt

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