The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The bread rose in the dark. It was a pale, swelling thing, a lung of flour and yeast that breathed in the cold cellar. Silas stood before the hearth, his hands wrapped around a tin cup of cold tea. The steam had long since vanished, leaving only a bitter ring on his lips. He was a man of the trade, a baker of the old way, and the trade was dying. Not from hunger. The village ate well enough....

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