The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

You stand in the kitchen, the air thick with the scent of drying herbs and the metallic tang of old blood, holding in your hands a loaf of bread that has been baked not with flour and water, but with the distilled essence of your own failing years, a substance that is perpetually fresh, perpetually warm, and perpetually yours, for the bread does not spoil, it does not crumble, it remains in a...

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