Shrooms of BenaresFather Gavín Obregón lifted the hem of his black shirt, peeled back a flap of skin just below his bottom left rib, and drew out three fresh-baked wafers of communion host from the cavity there, still warm from his flesh.
"The body of Christ, given up for you." Father Obregón said the words softly as he held up one of the round white wafers between his thumb and forefinger.
Piotr Punzak, a squat farmer with shaggy brown hair and beard, stood before him in the dusty farmyard. To one side, the gleaming silver domes of his farmhouse and barn sprawled in the mid-morning light...light cast not from a sun, but from huge fungal sun-blooms drifting across the sky.
In the other direction, the rolling hills were carpeted with fields of morel, boletus, oyster, and matsutake mush
