The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The bread is still warm in the trough, golden and dense with the smell of yeast and old wood smoke, a scent that clings to your clothes like a second skin. You stand in the center of the square, the cobblestones cold beneath your boots, watching the loaf sit there untouched, a monument to a promise no one meant to keep. It is a simple thing, a loaf of rye and wheat, but in this place, in this...

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