The Golden Ritual

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The Golden Ritual

The morning I left, the fog was so thick it swallowed the spires of the cathedral before they could even whisper their morning prayers into the grey sky. I stood at the threshold of the bakery, a place that smelled of yeast and old stone, and felt the weight of the last loaf in my hands. It was a simple thing, a round of sourdough with a crack across the top like a dried riverbed, but to those...

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