The Faded Photograph

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The bread in the basket had not risen. It lay there, a dense, grey stone of dough, refusing the alchemy of heat and time that the village women swore was inevitable. I sat on the cold flagstones of the chapel porch, my hands stained with flour that had long since dried into a pale crust beneath my fingernails. In my lap, I held the loaf, or what was intended to be a loaf, and I felt the weight...

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