The Distant Joke

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The Distant Joke

The bread was sour. Not the good kind of sour that means the yeast is alive and hungry, but the dead kind. The kind that means the baker had stopped caring. Elara chewed it slowly, her jaw aching, the taste thick in her mouth like wet clay. She did not swallow. She held it there, letting the flavor coat her tongue, a small, persistent weight. "You look like a ghost, girl," said Thomas. He sat...

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