The Golden Circuit

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The bread in the bakery of Saint Jude’s was always warm, a dense, dark loaf that smelled of yeast and iron. I remember the texture of it, how it stuck to the roof of my mouth, how it required chewing, how it filled the silence between us. We were not supposed to speak in the ovens, but Thomas and I had a language of glances, of slight shifts in the weight of the kneading arms. He was the baker;...

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