The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

"The bread is stale," said the boy. He held it up. It was hard. Dry. A stone of flour. "Give it here," said the old man. The boy did not move. His eyes were wide. Wet. "Give it here," the old man repeated. His voice was low. A rumble in the chest. The boy handed it over. The bread was cold. It smelled of dust. And time. The old man bit into it. His jaw worked. Slowly. He swallowed. It was...

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