The Distant Affair

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The bread was black. Not the brown of toast. Not the tan of wheat. It was the black of a starless night, dense and heavy as lead. It sat on the rough wooden table, wrapped in a cloth that smelled of smoke and old rain. I looked at it. I did not touch it. My hands were shaking. They always shook when the air grew thin. Thomas sat across from me. He did not look at the bread. He looked at the...

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