The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The bread arrived at dawn. It was still warm, the crust singing with a faint, dry heat that smelled of yeast and iron. Elias stood by the narrow window of Cell 4, his back to the bars, watching the tray slide under the heavy steel door. He did not turn. He knew the shape of the loaf. It was a standard issue sourdough, dense and pale, the kind they gave to men who had forgotten the taste of...

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