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... at, sour smell of the gruel we’d been eating for a week. It was rich, yeasty, and warm. It drifted from the kitchens and settled over the quad like a heavy blanket.
Students walked faster. Heads were up.
In the dining hall, the mood had shifted from grim endurance to something fragile and hopeful. Gareth sat with a loaf of bread torn in half, butter melting into the crumb.
"Real flour," he said, mouth full. "Silas came through."
"We came through," I corrected. "Si ...
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