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The bread was hard. It sat on the table like a stone. I broke it. The crusts crumbled. Dust fell into my lap. I ate it. The flavor was ash. It tasted of nothing. I looked at my hands. They were stained with flour. The flour was white. It was like bone dust. I washed them. The water was cold. It numbed my fingers. I dried them on my tunic. The cloth was rough. It scraped my skin. I felt the...
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