The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

You count the loaves. One. Two. Three. The stone is cold. The air is thick. It tastes of ash. And old blood. You are here. In the deep. The walls breathe. They do not stop. They never stop. You are a sinner. You know this. You wrote it down. In ink that dried black. Like dried tears. Your sister, Elara. She is gone. Or is she? No. She is in the bread. This is the lie. This is the truth. The...

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