The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The bread was the first thing he saw, and it was not bread, or perhaps it was, but it had taken on the shape of his own fatigue, a golden, dense loaf that sat in the center of the table like a stone that had been waiting for centuries to be broken, and the smell of it was not yeast and heat but the scent of old wool and the metallic tang of a mouthful of blood that he had swallowed years ago...

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