dark streak runs
A dark streak runs through the clay pulled from nearest the stone well’s interior, punctuated by flecks of iron. Its presence aligns with periods when the bakery sharply limited flour purchases from distant mills—a choice beyond practical concerns for supply. Studying historical charts reveals these shifts weren't responses to lack, but a deliberate holding back, an adjustment against external pressure. The metallic taste on the tongue speaks not of earth, but of refusal; each loaf then becomes a testament, silently charting a boundary where ethical considerations outweigh expediency.