The Distant Garden

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The bread is still warm. It smells of yeast and old blood, a scent that has permeated the very stone of this place, a place that exists in the margins of your memory, a liminal space where the war never truly ended but merely changed its shape. You are holding a loaf of sourdough, its crust cracked and golden, the steam rising from it in thin, ghostly tendrils that dance in the grey, timeless...

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