The Wistful Voyage

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The bread rose. It had to. I stood before the stone. Cold. Wet. My hands shook. Not from fear. From hunger. The bell tower shook. Dust rained down. I was not a man. I was a mouth. A hunger. A thing that ate. The city was a beast. It breathed. It swallowed. I was a tooth. Old Elias sat in the corner. His eyes were closed. He did not blink. He knew. He always knew. I had come to him. I had...

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