The Wistful Witness

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The bread was stale. Not dry, not hard, but stale in a way that felt heavy, like a stone in the pocket. Thomas held it up to the dim light of the cell. It was a single loaf, round and dense, the crust cracked in irregular lines. He had been holding it for three days. "Put it down, Thomas," said the warden. The voice came from the shadows. It did not shout. It did not need to. "I cannot," Thomas...

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