The Pale Meridian
The bread rises in the stone oven of the village, a slow, white swell that defies the gravity of the morning fog. You are the keeper of this fire, the scholar of fermentation, a man who has spent his life studying the invisible forces that turn flour and water into sustenance. In this remote valley, where the language is thick with the accent of the highlands and the air tastes of pine resin...
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