The Wistful Ashes
The bread was never stale. This was the first thing Dr. Arthur Penhaligon noticed, and the thing that most deeply unsettled him. In the Ministry of Sustenance, where the air smelled faintly of ozone and burnt sugar, the loaves sat in glass cases, white and perfect, untouched by time or rot. They did not dry. They did not mold. They simply existed, a static monument to a hunger that was supposed...
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