The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The bread was still warm when the order came down, a heavy, steaming loaf of white rye that you had baked yourself in the small, windowless kitchen of the keep. You had spent the last of your strength on the dough, kneading it until your shoulders ached and your fingers were stained with the pale, sticky flour, a ritual that had kept you sane during the long, grey winter. It was the only thing...

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