The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bread rose in the dark, a slow and heavy breathing in the belly of the cellar, and I watched it with the same weary patience I had kept for the last three hundred nights, for the dough was not merely flour and water and salt but the condensed flesh of a promise I had made to a man whose name I had begun to forget, a man who had looked at me with eyes like chipped flint and said, *You are...

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