In an old bakery where every gingerbread cookie accepts its fate of crumbling in milk, one refuses. Sebastián steals knowledge from engineering textbooks at night, determined to become the first of his kind to survive the dip—but no one has ever planned what comes after.
En la vieja panadería de la calle Almendro, cada galleta de jengibre nacía con un propósito: ser hermosa, ser dulce y, tarde o temprano, ser sumergida en un vaso de leche tibia. Así había sido siempre. Así debía ser.
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