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The Price of Bread and the Price of Mercy
Chapter 1 – Bread Day
Julia woke up hungry.
It wasn’t dramatic hunger, not yet. It was the dull, familiar kind: a hollow under the ribs and a faint metallic taste in her mouth that made coffee sound better than food. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and waited for her joints to remember how to be knees.
The trailer was cold. The cheap vinyl floor held the night like a grudge. Outside, January light was trying to decide whether it wanted to bother with this part of rural America at all. Frost feathered the edges of the single-pane window above her sink, where a plant used to live…
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