The Faded River

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The Faded River

The bread was still warm when Maren held it up to the light, watching the steam curl off the crust in thin, white ribbons that dissolved into the cool morning air. It was a heavy loaf, dense with rye and dark seeds, baked in the stone oven of the village square. To the rest of Elmsworth, it was just breakfast. To Maren, it was a tether, a weight in her hands that reminded her she was still...

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