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THE TRANSACTION OF SOULS / Chapter 10 / 10

Chapter 10 - The Horizon Beyond the Glass

The morning sun broke through the heavy rain clouds over Blackwood Bay at 7:00 AM, casting long, golden spears of light across the damp asphalt of 4th Avenue.

The street was quiet, clean, washed fresh by the storm.

Outside Boulangerie 1888, a sleek, dark grey sedan sat waiting at the curb, its engine idling silently.

Toby stood on the sidewalk, wearing a clean, warm charcoal jacket that Eleanor had provided for him. His old green polo shirt and red apron lay discarded in a trash bin inside the empty, locked bakery.

He looked back at the glass window one last time.

The building, which had been a prison of terror for three weeks, now looked small, ordinary, and completely harmless. The dark quartz counter, the espresso machine, the display cases—they were just wood, glass, and metal. They held no power over him anymore.

Eleanor walked out of the bakery, pulling on a pair of soft leather gloves. She stood beside Toby, looking at the sunrise reflecting off the bay in the distance.

"Ready, Toby?" she asked softly.

Toby took a deep, clear breath—the first real, unburdened breath he had taken in months. His lungs expanded with the fresh, cold morning air. The tight, knotting pain in his stomach was gone, replaced by a quiet, solid sense of peace.

He turned his head and looked at Eleanor.

"I'm ready, Aunt Eleanor," Toby said, his voice firm, clear, and confident.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out his old plastic name tag that read TOBY, and tossed it cleanly into the rain gutter beside the curb.

He opened the door of the dark sedan, stepped inside, and sat down on the soft leather seat. Eleanor sat beside him, closing the door with a solid, satisfying THUD that sealed out the noise of the city.

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The car pulled away from the curb, glided smoothly down 4th Avenue, and accelerated toward the highway leading out of Blackwood Bay, chasing the golden light of the new morning.

And behind them, in the quiet, empty bakery, the small brass lamp on the counter remained lit—a warm beacon in a world that would never be dark for Toby Vance again.

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