The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The bread was already going stale before I had finished slicing it, the crust hardening into a shell that cracked under the knife with a sound like dry bones shifting in a shallow grave. I held the loaf in my hands, feeling the weight of it, that dense, yeasty mass that had been my only comfort for the past three months, and I watched the crumbs fall onto the board, scattering like the ash of a...

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