The Golden Crossing

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The bread was breaking in your hands, or rather, you were breaking it, and the sound it made was not the dry crack of crust but a wet, tearing noise, like the parting of skin, and you could feel the warmth of the crumb bleeding through your fingers, soaking into the weave of the dish towel you had wrapped around your palms as if to insulate yourself from the heat of the thing, though the...

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