The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

The bread went stale on the third day. It sat on the stone table, a dense, gray brick of yeast and despair. It did not rot. It did not mold. It simply dried out, turning hard as the iron bars of the window above it. Elias watched it. He watched the cracks widen. He watched the texture shift from spongy to brittle. He was a Warden. Or he had been. Now he was just a man in a room that smelled of...

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