The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The jar sat on the counter, cold to the touch, its glass clouded with a film of condensation that felt like a skin. Inside, the sourdough starter sat dormant, a gray sludge that refused to bubble. I wiped my hands on my apron, the leather stiff and cracked at the seams from years of heat and flour. Outside, the November wind scraped against the windowpane, a dry, abrasive sound that promised...

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