The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bread was warm. That was the first thing I knew, before the smell of yeast and burnt sugar, before the ache in my lower back that had settled into my bones like rust. It was warm, and it was golden, and it was breaking. I stood in the center of the stone floor of the Abbey of St. Jude’s, my hands buried in the dough. The air was thick, heavy with the humidity of the cellar where the vats...

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