The Wistful Skyline
Chapter One Hye-rin Jeon remembered the warmth of the dough before she remembered the face of the man who had made it. It was a specific heat, radiating from the center of the ball like a coal bank that refused to die, and in the dream she was always pressing her palms into the resistance of it, feeling the geometry of the yeast defy the logic of the kitchen. She woke in the blue dark of the...
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