The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The foreman’s voice cracked over the clatter of the stone mills, calling for Elias, and the sound felt less like a summons and more like a hook catching in the throat, pulling him out of the rhythmic, heavy labor of kneading the grey, sentient dough that refused to rise for those it deemed impostors. Elias, forty-two, a displaced baker in a timeless, fog-choked city where bread grew from the...

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