The Faded Road
The bread rose in the stone oven. It smelled of yeast and hot ash. Elara watched the crust crack. She watched it split. It opened like a wound. She was the baker. She was also the healer. In the city of Oakhaven, these roles were separate. They were distinct. The guild of bakers made the bread. The guild of physicians made the medicine. Elara did both. She did them in secret. She did them in...
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