The Distant Legend

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The bread was stale, hard as a river stone, and Thomas Whitmore broke it with a sound like a small bone snapping in the quiet of the kitchen. He held the two halves in his calloused hands, staring at the crumb structure, the way the air had gotten into the dough, the way the yeast had risen and then died, leaving a hollow architecture behind. It was a simple thing, bread, yet in the grey light...

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