Florence Baker Novels & Stories

Just the Golden Book tucked into her belt. “Who are you?” June demanded, trying to hold her ground and keep her voice steady. “And why do you look like me?” “I’m the First Baker,” the woman said. “Some call me your Great-Ancestor. But you can call me Grandmother Avery. Your grandmother was named after me.” “You sent the Auditor,” June snapped, her anger rising. “You let the Market turn our world into a product. You watched my mother die to save the Earth!” The First Baker laughed—dry, hollow. “I didn’t send the Auditor. I built the system he works for. The Earth wasn’t just a product, June. It was an experiment. I wanted to see if a human soul could grow strong enough to survive. And you did