The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The loaf sat in Elias’s hands, heavy and warm, the crust ticking softly as it expanded against the parchment paper. It was twelve o’clock in the afternoon in Oakhaven, a time when the shadows under the eaves were sharp and black, but this bread cast its own light, a dull, pulsing gold that seemed to ignore the gloom of the bakery floor. Elias was twelve, his fingers stained with flour that...

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