The Distant Journey

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The bread broke in my hands. It did not crumble; it shattered, like a pane of glass dropped from a height, spraying sharp, dry shards across the cobblestones of the plaza. I watched the pieces scatter. A child ran past, his laughter bright and thin as wire. He did not look down. No one ever did. In the Kingdom of Aethelgard, bread was not food. It was law. I held the fragments, feeling the...

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