The Distant Metropolis

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The bread was still warm when Silas cracked it against the stone table. The crust split with a dry, brittle sound, like the snapping of a small bone. He held the two halves up to the light, and the interior was pale, spongy, and utterly devoid of life. It was not the dense, dark loaf of his childhood, heavy with the weight of the soil and the sweat of his father’s hands. This was a ghost of a...

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