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Prompt for December 4: Adventures in Holiday Baking

Jack knew something was wrong when he switched on the light inside the oven to peek at their rising stollen. Instead of rising like the good little balls of yeasty deliciousness that they were, the dough sat in their bowls in stolid lumps, thick and unbudging. Raisins studded their tops like stones on an Ireland hill. He wondered if they’d done something wrong.

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