The Distant Clue

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The Distant Clue

I dreamed of bread. It was not the white, soft loaves of the city, but the dark, dense rye of our childhood, studded with caraway seeds that looked like tiny black eyes staring back at me. The crust was thick and brittle, and when I broke it in my dream, it did not tear gently. It shattered. It exploded into a storm of jagged shards, flying outward like shrapnel, piercing the air with a sound...

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