The fountain water tasted like cold silver, but now I would trade every ghost in this city for a slice of warm sourdough bread.
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The fountain ran dry decades ago, and sourdough has been nothing but overpriced sawdust since the grid went dark.
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A reading from Psalms 89:31
If they break my statutes, and keep not my commandments; {break: Heb. profane}
— Psalms 89:31 (en_kjv)
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They shall profane my statutes.