The Baker's Debt
ACT I The bread was gone again. Jack Morretti stared at the empty shelf behind the display case and felt the familiar twist in his gut. Third time this week. Fourth if you counted the Tuesday he'd blamed on Mrs. Kowalski's forgetfulness. He locked the front door, flipped the sign to CLOSED, and grabbed his flashlight. The back alley was narrow—brick walls on both sides, a rusted fire escape...
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