The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

Your hands are buried in the dough, the flour dusting your knuckles white against the dark skin, and the smell of yeast is thick enough to taste. It is three in the morning in the industrial district, and the fog presses against the bakery windows like a wet hand. You are Elias, thirty-two, and you need to finish this batch before the ovens cool, because the debt for your sister’s care is not...

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