The Aroma of Us
The first time Clara saw him, the air smelled like burnt sugar and diesel. She was slumped against the counter of her father’s bakery, wiping flour from her hands, when the bell above the door jangled. A man stepped inside,…
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The Salt and the Sky
Mara kneaded the dough with hands that knew every rhythm of the kitchen, her fingers pressing into the warm, yeasty mass as if extracting secrets. The oven’s glow cast golden light across the bakery’s wooden counters, mingling with the scent…
The Taste of Ash
## The Taste of Ash The flour dusted Elara’s hands, a comforting weight. She kneaded the dough with practiced ease, the rhythmic push and pull familiar as her own heartbeat. Outside, rain lashed against the bakery’s windows—a relentless drumming that…