The Faded River

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The Faded River

The bread is stale. You know it is stale before you break it. The crust resists, then shatters into dry, chalky flakes that fall onto the white tablecloth. You do not pick them up. You watch them land. They look like ash. They look like bone. You are in the room with the iron stove. The heat is oppressive. It presses against your skin like a wet wool blanket. You are not alone. Or are you? The...

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