The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The bread was still warm when the bells began to ring. Elias stood in the center of the kitchen. His hands were stained with flour. The dough was alive under his palms. It breathed. He felt the pulse of it. It was a strong pulse. It beat against his skin. It beat in his own chest. They were the same thing. The yeast was his blood. The water was his tears. The heat was his rage. He looked at the...

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