The Last Light of Summer
Clara’s hands trembled as she slid the sheet pan into the oven, the scent of caramelized onions and rosemary curling into the air like a secret. The bakery hummed with the clatter of dishes and the low murmur of customers,…
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The first time she saw him, Mara was kneading dough in the dim light of the bakery’s early morning hours. The scent of rosemary and warm flour clung to the air, mingling with the distant hum of a guitar drifting…