The Wistful Saga
The bread was hard. It had been hard for three days. Elias stared at it. The loaf sat on the wooden table. It was dark. It was dense. The crust cracked under his thumb. He heard the sound. A dry snap. Like a bone. He looked at the wall. The stone was cold. The candle flickered. Shadows danced on the rough plaster. Elias was a soldier. He wore the tunic of the Crown. The fabric was thin. It did...
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