The Distant Affair
The steam from the copper pot curled into the cold air of the pass, carrying the scent of burnt caramel and crushed juniper, a heavy, cloying perfume that hung in the low-ceilinged kitchen like a shroud. Elias, twenty-four and trembling with a fatigue that went deeper than muscle, leaned over the reduction, his wrist locked in the precise, mechanical circle required to keep the sauce from...
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