The Distant Ghost

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2026-08-20 03:16:25 -

The Distant Ghost

The bread is still warm in your hands, its crust singing a low, golden hymn against the chill of the cellar air, and you smell the yeast rising like a ghost from the grave, a scent that belongs to no living man but to the memory of every mouth you have ever tried to feed. You are not a baker, nor are you a priest, though the cloth on your head and the flour on your face mark you as both in the...

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