Chapter 1: The Ghost at the Pass
The kitchen of Aura was a beautiful, chaotic symphony of searing meat, clinking pans, and focused, relentless energy. I stood at the pass—the stainless-steel borderline between the fiery chaos of the kitchen and the elegant, dimly lit dining room. I was Maya Lin, thirty years old, the executive chef and sole owner of the most sought-after culinary reservation in the city.
