The Wistful Voyage

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The bread rose in the tin, slow and heavy as a sleeping lung, filling the stone cellar of the mill with the sharp, yeasty scent of fermentation. Thomas Bradshaw stood before the counter, his hands still stained with flour, watching the surface crack and settle. He was a man of the grain, of the mill and the market, a clerk whose life was measured in sacks of wheat and the weight of the day. He...

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