The Faded Portrait

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The bread is rotting in your hands. It is a dark, wet sponge of yeast and flour, blackening at the edges where the air has touched it. You are in the kiln room. The heat is a physical weight, pressing against your lungs, tasting of iron and ash. You are not here to bake. You are here to remember. The loaf is a mistake. It has always been a mistake. You know this now. You held it yesterday, and...

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