The Distant Promise

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The rain came down in sheets. It hammered the tin roof of the bakery. A cold rhythm. A relentless beat. I stood by the window. I watched the water run. It carved paths in the dirt. It washed the red mud into the gutter. The smell was thick. Wet earth. Old yeast. Fear. I moved the tray. The dough was rising. It puffed up. It looked soft. It looked alive. But it was dead matter. Flour and water....

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