The Wistful Saga
The bread is warm. You pull it apart. The steam rises. It smells of yeast. It smells of earth. You are a soldier. You are in the trench. The mud is cold. Your hands are dirty. You eat the loaf. It is dry. You chew. You swallow. The taste is chalk. The taste is ash. This is the rations. This is the daily life. You are Thomas Bradshaw. You are the medic. You are the guard. You are the one who...
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