The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The bread was gone. Not eaten, but gone. Like it had evaporated into the humid air of the kitchen, leaving behind only the smell of yeast and a cold, damp cloth on the table. I stood there, my boots heavy in the mud that had tracked in from the porch, and I felt the weight of the empty plate against my chest. It was a small thing. A loaf of sourdough. But in this town, where the sky hung low...

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