Secret Recipes of the Dark Mill

The Dust of Midnight Bread

Among the whispers of the wind, one finds the echoing call of forgotten grains...

Mix in the silence of a moonless night; knead under the gaze of ancestral stars.

Cakes of Olden Whisper

A relic of primordial feasts, sought by those who dare tread the realms beyond...

Combine under the breath of ancient oracles; let rise with the morning's lament.

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