The Distant Affair

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The old man dreamed of bread. Not the soft, white loaves of the city. Not the rye or the sourdough. He dreamed of a specific crumb. A single, dry fragment of dark, dense wheat. It had no taste. It had no smell. It was only texture. Rough. Grinding. Persistent. He woke with his hand clenched. The sheets were twisted in his grip. The room was cold. The stone walls of the estate exhaled a damp...

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