The Golden Downtown
The morning light entered the bakery not as a blessing, but as a heavy, golden weight that settled upon the flour-dusted shoulders of Elias Thorne, who stood before the ovens with the weary devotion of a man who had mistaken his own hands for the only things in the world that possessed value, while the town of Oakhaven, with its soot-stained brick and the ever-present hum of the textile mills...
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