The Distant Summer

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The sourdough starter whispers. It is not a sound you hear with your ears, but a vibration in the jaw, a hum behind the teeth. You are Elias, thirty-two, and your hands are stained with flour and the memory of a life you left behind. The city is a fog-choked thing, gray and wet, where the rain tastes of iron and the air is thick with the scent of damp wool and coal smoke. You own a bakery on...

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