The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The bread rose. It rose in the dark. Elara watched the dough swell. It pushed against the sides of the bowl. It was a living thing. It breathed. It stretched. It wanted out. The kitchen was cold. The windows wept frost. Outside, the wind howled. It was a sound of rage. A sound of hunger. Elara stood still. Her hands were stiff. Her joints ached. She was an old woman. Her face was a map of...

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