The Distant Promise

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The bread did not rise. It sat in the clay bowl, a pale, dense lump that smelled of damp earth and old grief. Elara stared at it. Her hands, stained with flour, trembled slightly. In the cellar of the Abbey of Saint Jude, the air was thick with the scent of mildew and candle wax. Above, the monks chanted. The sound was a low drone, a vibration that lived in the teeth. "Is it dead?" asked...

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