The Golden Suspect

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2026-08-24 12:29:05 -

The dough was wrong. It tasted of iron and old rain, a sourness that clung to the back of my throat, mirroring the sharp, stabbing pain that had just split my chest. I stood in the center of the kitchen, flour dusting my apron like a premature shroud, and watched the starter bubble in its ceramic bowl. It was a slow, rhythmic rise and fall, a living thing trapped in glass, much like the heart...

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