The Faded Ruin
You eat the bread. It is dry. It is dense. The flour is gray. You chew. You swallow. It tastes like ash. It tastes like silence. Around you, the hall is loud. The tables are long. The wood is scarred. The air is thick with steam. The steam comes from the pots. The pots are black. The steam carries a smell. The smell is sweet. The smell is wrong. You look down at your plate. A single slice of...
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