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Paco leaned over the counter and handed him a small glass of heavy cream. "The lie is never that it’s hot, Mateo," Paco said, a rare smile cracking his face. "The lie is that you thought you were stronger than the pepper."

This was the "Mentira." Paco told everyone the last piece was the mildest, meant to "cool the palate." In reality, it was a concentrated landmine of habanero and ghost pepper extract. The Night of the Challenge Pinchitos Caliente Mentiras

The middle cubes began to burn. A slow, rhythmic heat that made the forehead sweat and the eyes water. Paco leaned over the counter and handed him

The first cube on every skewer was deceptively sweet. It tasted of honey, orange zest, and mild smoke. It lulled the eater into a false sense of security. The Night of the Challenge The middle cubes began to burn

By the eleventh skewer, Mateo was vibrating. His ears were ringing, and he could no longer feel his tongue. He looked at the final skewer—the twelfth "Mentira." The Reveal