The Distant Blade
The bread is not bread. You know this, but you say it with the casualness of a man commenting on the weather, because the alternative is to scream, and screaming in the tavern at the edge of the Ashwood Forest is not something a man does unless he wishes to be locked in a cage or, worse, believed to be a demon. You are holding the loaf in your hands, and the hands are shaking, not from the cold...
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