The Golden Maze

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The Golden Maze

The bread had been rising for three days, and it had not stopped. It sat in the heavy oak trough in the center of the kitchen, a pale, breathing mass that defied the laws of yeast and time. I stood before it, my hands still wet from the lye soap, and watched the surface bulge and settle like the flank of a sleeping animal. Outside, the rain hammered against the stained glass of the chapel...

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