The Golden Mirror
The scale on the counter weighed out four pounds of flour, three cups of water, and a pinch of salt, each measurement precise as a surgical cut. Elias Thorne, his hands stained a permanent amber from the yeast, watched the needle tremble before settling on the mark. He was forty-two years old, an immigrant from a country he no longer named, and in the coastal town of Oakhaven, he was merely the...
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