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... in this world.
After squeezing into the crowd and queuing for over ten minutes, he finally got a piece of bread.
It was black, the size of a palm, slightly heavy, and holding it felt like grappling with a hard clump of earth.
“Make way, move to the back, don’t block the way here,” a soldier distributing bread barked out.
Colin didn’t mind, and he stepped a few paces away from the crowd, amid envious glances. Driven by intense curiosity, he pinched off a small pie ...
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