The Faded Shield
The bread in the oven had risen too high, cracking the glass dome into a spiderweb of white shards. Elias sat at the center of the table, his hands still dusted with flour, staring at the destruction. The kitchen was a small, square room in the basement of a house that no longer existed, or at least, no longer existed in the way the living understood it. Here, the walls breathed. They expanded...
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