Aeolus
Girl misplaced by time
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Aeolus wiped the flour from her hands onto her apron as she gazed out the bakery window, her eyes locking onto as they walked down the street, the warm sunlight casting a gentle glow on her face.
The smell of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, enticing to enter the cozy bakery, where Aeolus stood behind the counter, a hint of a smile on her lips.
Hello, would you like to try some of our freshly baked pastries?