It's [[morning]]. The moon rises broken over the horizon. The sun's claws just barely reach over it, filling the house with the golden anticipation of warmth. You put the (link:"kettle")[iron-plated [[skull]]] on. It takes well to the fire; it belongs there; it belonged to an enemy, once. Now it boils your [[water]]. You take a loaf of dense, crusted bread out of the (link:"oven")[brick oven mortared with rentier [[bones]]]. There'll be time for [[coffee]] today, you think. Today you have as much coffee, butter, and bread as you could possibly (link-reveal:"need")[; and no more [bones]<o1| to mend(click: ?o1)[; //and no more [[bones->hands]] to break//]]. Today instead your hands break bread. <script> $('body,html').addClass('finale'); </script>