The Faded Road

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2026-08-19 22:36:34 -

The Faded Road

The bread was black. Not burnt, not stale, but a void. A hole in the table. I cut a slice. The knife passed through air. The slice landed on the plate with a sound like a dry leaf skittering on pavement. I looked up. The room was full of people. They sat around the long oak table, their faces blurred by a haze that smelled of lavender and rust. They did not look at me. They looked at the bread....

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