The Wistful Grid
"Did you taste the salt? Or was it only the iron?" The question hung in the air, suspended between the two men like a thread of cobweb in the slanting light of the attic. Elias did not answer. He sat on the edge of the worn mattress, his fingers curled around the rim of a chipped ceramic bowl. The bowl contained a thick, grey paste, a substance that had once been bread and flour, now transmuted...
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