The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The smell of yeast is a specific kind of memory. It sits in the back of the throat, warm and thick, like a secret you haven’t yet told. I have been making bread for forty years in the village of Oakhaven, and in all that time, I have never known a scent that could so reliably pull me back to the moment my life broke open. My hands are rough now, the skin mapped with white scars from the knife...

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