The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-17 16:52:47 -

The bread rises. It is the only living thing in the cellar. You watch it swell against the wooden mold, a pale, breathing dome that defies the cold stone walls. It smells of yeast and damp earth, a scent that is both comforting and faintly sickly. This is the harvest. This is the life. You are old. Your hands are gnarled, the knuckles swollen like knots in ancient oak. You do not remember when...

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