The Faded Road
The bread went black. It did not rot. It did not mold. It simply turned to ash in the pan. Elias watched the flakes fall. They drifted like snow. The kitchen was cold. The fire had died hours ago. He did not feel the cold. He felt only the weight of the loaf. Elias was the King’s Guard. He wore the red coat. The coat was stiff. It smelled of sweat and iron. He had worn it for ten years. The...
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