Chapter Thirty III: Three Years Later
"The three-long bitter year of war at the front. The young soldiers had tasted the fear of death, the fear of guilt, and the fear of being the survivor. The veterans became nothing but war machines. Reaping those dear and those others, harvesting lives. Some become old and broken. Some become stronger. Some just die off somewhere in the wheatfield. While some are just in the process of being abandoned and left to fend for themselves, to be wild. No matter how the wildly grown wheat mixes with the domestic grown wheat. The grains between the two are different. The wild one tends to be hardened and inedible. Neither fit to be eaten or chewed. They can not even be made into bread. The obvious grains that could be grown domestically are soft and tender. That is where bread is made from. No ma
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