The Golden Downtown
The bread was already cold by the time I set it upon the rough-hewn table, its crust having hardened into a shell that mimicked the texture of the very stone walls enclosing us, a stone that had been here long before our fathers were born and would remain long after our bones had turned to dust, for it was in this ancient, moss-eaten cellar beneath the keep of Alderwood that the truth had been...
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