The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The bread was cold. It sat on the iron table, a square of white dough that looked like a slab of bone. Elias stared at it. His hands were shaking. He had not eaten in two days. The hunger was a physical thing. It lived in his ribs. It gnawed at his spine. It was a dog with yellow teeth. He was in the cellar of the mill. The air smelled of wet stone and mold. Above him, the gears of the mill...

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