The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The bread was stale. I knew it before I touched it. I knew it by the way the air in the kitchen tasted of dust and dried rot. I stood there. I held the loaf in my hands. It was hard as stone. It was gray. It was mine. It was hers. We were one thing. The house was old. The walls wept. The floorboards groaned under my feet. I walked slowly. I had to be careful. The silence was thick. It pressed...

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