The Golden Downtown

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The bread was stale. That was the first thing I noticed, the way one notices a crack in a foundation before the house falls. It sat on the steel tray in the center of the table, its crust hard as river stone, its interior dry and crumbly. I broke off a piece. It did not tear; it shattered. I put the fragments in my mouth and chewed slowly, feeling the grit against my teeth. It tasted of dust...

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