The Faded Frontier

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The knife bit into the heel of the sourdough starter with a wet, tearing sound, and the smell of yeast, sharp and alive, filled the narrow space between the flour sacks. You were Elias, forty-two, and your hands were already buried to the wrists in the cold, sticky mass, working the gluten until it resisted, until it pulled back like a living thing. Outside the bakery window, the grey morning...

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