The Wistful Mirror

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The bread in the oven of the old mill was not merely food; it was a living thing, a warm, breathing mass of flour and water that possessed a will of its own. Elara stood before the heavy iron door, her hands trembling not from the heat, which was immense, but from the fear that she had finally become the vessel. In the village of Oakhaven, nestled in the misty folds of the Appalachian mountains...

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