Chapter 27 A Recipe For Disaster

The brioche had risen past the rim of the bowl and was now making a determined bid for the ceiling.

"It's alive," Faelyn said flatly.

"That is what I said about the bread," Nigel replied. "You told me it was merely yeast."

"This is angry yeast." She dragged the bowl toward her. The dough had puff...

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