The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The bread rose in the dark. It was a pale, swollen mass. It smelled of yeast and wet earth. It breathed. Elias stood before it. He wore his uniform. The wool itched. The brass buttons bit into his skin. He did not move. He watched the dough. It stretched. It tore. It healed. The kitchen was cold. The window was open. Rain lashed the glass. He was the new constable. He had been in Harrowgate for...

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