The Faded Apartment

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The bread had gone soft in the middle, a damp, spongy heart that yielded under my thumb like a bruise, and I held it up to the pale morning light filtering through the stained glass of the Great Hall, watching the dust motes dance in the shafts of gold that seemed to accuse me of my own smallness, of my quiet, persistent hunger that no amount of bread could ever quite fill, not in this place,...

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