The Faded Quadrant

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The bread is stale. You know it is stale. The crust is hard as bone. The crumb is dry as dust. You hold it in your hand. It is a wedge of sourdough. It has been in the basket for days. The baker, Elias, brought it to the gate. He bowed his head. He did not look at you. He knew what you were. You knew what he was. The air between you is thick with rot. You are a clerk. You work in the tower. You...

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