The Distant Journey
The rain had turned the mud into a slurry that sucked at Thomas’s boots, each step a small, wet labor that pulled him deeper into the earth. He stood before the bakery door, the wood swollen with dampness, the sign above it peeling to reveal the bare, grey grain beneath. Inside, the warmth was a physical blow, smelling of yeast and the sharp, metallic tang of rot that had settled into the walls...
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