The Faded Portrait

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The bread was hard. It was a loaf of rye, dense as stone, cut into thick, uneven slabs. It sat on the table between them, sweating in the damp air of the wagon. Thomas did not look at it. He looked at the road. The road was a ribbon of mud that wound up the mountain, disappearing into the grey mist that clung to the pines like wet wool. "Cut it," said the Captain. Thomas picked up the knife....

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