The Distant Whispers
The crust is rough, like river stone, and it sits in your palm, warm from the oven. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a junior clerk in the Ministry of Tithes, and you are holding the only thing that can save your father’s life. The bread is a Whispering Loaf, a contraband item banned by the High Steward for its ability to taste of the eater’s deepest shame. You hold it tightly, the heat...
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