The Distant Promise
Chapter One "Notice of Quarantine: The Sweet Rot is declared a pestilence of the mind. All bread, fruit, and grain from the southern mills are to be burned. Do not consume. Do not share." I woke with the taste of black water in my throat, the kind that sits heavy in the stomach like a stone dropped into a well. The gaslight in the dormitory hissed, a thin, dying sound, and the smell hit me...
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