The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The smell of yeast and burnt sugar was the first thing Thomas Ashworth lost when he stepped out of the bakery into the grey November rain. It had been his anchor for thirty years, the heavy, comforting scent of the sourdough starter he kept in the cellar, a living thing that demanded feeding and punishment in equal measure. Now, standing on the wet pavement of Millbrook Street, he felt...

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