The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The flour dust hung in the air of the bakery like a suspended snowfall, softening the harsh fluorescent lights into a hazy, yellow glow. Elias stood behind the counter, his hands buried deep in a trough of white powder, his movements slow, deliberate, and rhythmic. He was not merely kneading dough; he was trying to hold together the fragments of a life that had begun to crumble under the weight...

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