The Golden Farce
The bread in the pantry was not merely food, but a living thing, breathing with the slow, rhythmic expansion of the earth itself, and young Elias stood before it with the solemn reverence of a priest facing the altar, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the weight of a secret that had festered in his marrow since the first frost of his seventh year, for he had been told by the village...
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