The Faded Frequency

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The flour dusted the tip of Elias’s nose as he folded the letter, the paper softening under his thumb. He had written to Julian three times this week, each entry a demand for the return of their father’s recipe book. The debt collectors were due in November, and without the book, the bakery was just a brick shell with a broken chimney. The town of Ashford was quiet in the way that only old,...

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