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The sleek, modern kitchen of the television studio felt alien to Liam. He’d won a cooking competition, but now the prize seemed hollow. The recipe, the one he'd used, now published online for everyone to take, under someone else's name.

Liam’s palms felt clammy. His breath came in shallow gasps. He found himself looking at the floor. The bright lights of the studio seemed to burn into his skin. He felt a burning sensation in his stomach.

He excused himself and fled from the studio, a sudden, urgent need to escape. The air outside felt frigid against his face, a stark contrast to the heat of the studio.