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Every morning, one loaf fell from the shelf.
Not the others.
Only one.

The baker thought it was a trick, a defect, or a sign of something hidden in the walls. But Marie understood that the fallen bread was not meant to frighten anyone.
It was an errand. A spirit was still returning to the bakery, repeating a duty from a life that had already ended.
He did not know that the street had continued without him.