The Pale Door

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The Pale Door

The dream was always the same: a golden loaf, cracked down the middle, bleeding a light that smelled of yeast and sorrow. Thomas woke with the taste of ash in his mouth, his twelve-year-old hands trembling as he reached for the cold clay bowl that sat by the oven. It was empty, as it always was, the ancestral yeast long since forbidden by the Church and hidden away by his father, a man whose...

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