Amy tucked a wisp of flour-dusted hair behind her ear. “A regular dozen is twelve,” she said, sliding a tray across the counter. “A baker’s dozen is thirteen. But a longdozen ?” She smiled. “That’s mine.”
A crooked, candy-colored shop wedged between a laundromat and a taxidermist’s parlor on the strangest street in town. longdozen amy
In a forgotten corner of the market, a girl named Amy doesn’t sell regular baker’s dozens (13 items). She sells a Long Dozen — which is exactly 14. But not just any fourteen. Amy tucked a wisp of flour-dusted hair behind her ear
The customer peered at the pastries. Thirteen perfect, golden crescent rolls. And the fourteenth… was a tiny, warm, living sparrow, sleeping on a bed of thyme. ” she said
The Long Dozen of Amy’s Arcane Bakery