The Faded Apartment

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The flour dust hung in the air like a fine, pale snow, coating the inside of my lungs with a grit that tasted of old stone and dry earth. I stood before the massive oak table, my hands buried in the dough, but they did not feel like my own; they trembled with a violent, rhythmic spasm that I could not suppress. I am Elias, a baker to the Crown, a title that once meant pride but now feels only...

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