The Pale Banner

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The Pale Banner

The bread rises in the stone oven while the frost climbs the windows. You are the baker. You have been the baker for forty years. Your hands are cracked. They smell of yeast and lye. This is your life. It is simple. It is hard. You mix the dough at dawn. The water is ice cold. Your fingers ache. You fold it. You punch it. You wait. This is the work. It is the only thing that matters. The town...

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