The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The bread rose in the dark. Elara watched it. The dough swelled against the glass jar. It pressed. It strained. It wanted to break the seal. She did not stop it. She stood in the kitchen of the small apartment in Berlin. The city outside was gray. The rain fell. It tapped on the windowpane. It was a cold rain. It smelled of iron. She was not supposed to be there. She had come for the work. The...

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