The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The bread was black. It had been black for three days, a dense, loamy slab that smelled of wet earth and old iron. I held it in my hands, feeling the cold seep into my knuckles. The crust was hard as stone, unyielding to the press of my thumb. Inside, the crumb was not bread at all, but a matrix of gray dust and tiny, white insects that curled when touched. I did not eat it. I could not. The...

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