The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The bread broke in his hands. It did not crumble gently, as dry things do in the cold. It snapped with a wet, fibrous crack, splitting into two jagged halves that wept a sticky, golden sap. Elias stared at the pieces in his palms, the sticky residue binding his fingers together, his breath hitching in a throat that felt lined with sand. The cellar was dark, save for the single tallow candle...

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