The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-20 06:15:31 -

The bread rises. It is a slow, silent expansion, a pale dome swelling against the cold air of the kitchen. You watch it with the patience of stone, knowing that heat is not a force but a memory, and that the dough remembers the sun. In the town of Oakhaven, where the fog sits heavy on the river like a burial shroud, bread is not merely food. It is the only thing that grows true. The rest of...

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