The Wistful Show
The bread was stale. That was the first thing Elias noted, the way a sailor notes the taste of salt on the wind before he sees the shore. It was a dense, gray loaf, sliced thick and uneven, sitting on a chipped plate in the center of the metal table. Beside it lay a small, rusted tin of ointment, its label peeled away to reveal only a faint smear of red. Elias pushed the bread toward the center...
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