The Distant Nightmare

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The bread rose in the dark, a pale, breathing thing against the cold steel of the tray. It was the only warm object in the cell, the only thing that moved with the slow, deliberate patience of a living creature. I watched it swell, the crust forming a delicate, golden lattice that seemed to trap the light of the single, flickering bulb above. The air was thick with the scent of yeast and salt,...

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