The Faded Portrait

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The bread is stale. You know it is stale not by taste, but by the way it resists your teeth, a dull, fibrous resistance that offers no yield. You sit at the head of a table that stretches into the dark, a long oak plank that seems to grow out of the earth itself, rising through layers of compacted soil and old bones. The air smells of yeast and decay, a heavy, cloying scent that coats the back...

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