The Faded Apartment

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The bread was dry as bone, and I told him so, my voice low and steady in the dim light of the workshop where the dust motes danced in the shafts of moonlight that pierced the high, arched windows. He looked at me with eyes that had seen too many winters, too many failures, and too many silences, and he did not argue, for he knew that the bread was not merely food, but a symbol of our life...

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