Chapter 241: The Last Loaf
SCRAPE.
Outside the Vanguard Distribution Center, Sella dragged a wet cloth across the heavy slate. She erased the number seventeen and wrote the number sixteen.
The next morning, she wrote fifteen.
The countdown became a slow, agonizing realization of what awaited them. With every passing moment, anxiety grew. Questions multiplied. How would they survive? How would they feed their families? How long before hunger claimed them?
Their fear clung to a single, fragile thread of hope.
Lord Commander Helion Goldmane.
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In the outer commercial ring, the ovens at the Stonehelm Bakery were finally cold.
Sirius Statanham's smuggling routes had dried up for the civilian sector. The prices had climbed so high that ordinary citizens could no longer buy a single slice of bread. Now, there was no flour left at any price.
