The Distant Metropolis

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The bread was the first thing to break. It did not crumble gently, as stale things do, but shattered into jagged, white shards that skittered across the stone hearth with a sound like small bones snapping. Elara stood in the center of the kitchen, her hands still resting on the loaf, and watched the pieces settle into the ash. The air in the cottage was thick with the scent of yeast and old...

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