The Faded River

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The Faded River

The bread is still warm. You touch the crust. It gives under your thumb, soft and yielding, like the skin of a sleeping child. You are the only one who knows how it tastes. You are the only one who knows it is not bread at all. It is clay. It is dust. It is the red earth of the quarry where you buried the truth. The oven ticks. A small, mechanical sound in the silence of the kitchen. You stand...

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