The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The bread in the bowl is not bread, but a living thing, a pale, breathing mass that pulses against the ceramic rim like a heart struggling to escape its cage. You sit at the high table in the center of the hall, the wood worn smooth by centuries of elbows and hands, and you watch the loaf expand, then contract, then expand again, the rhythm slow and terrible, matching the beat of your own...

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