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It was a book about the Helsings. I stumbled upon one of the pages that deals with poisons. While eating, I couldn't help but speak a few of them. "Let there be no ill. All that is poison must reveal... " I lifted my gaze towards my food only to find a black liquid floating on the surface of the soup. "Gerber..." I called on her before closing the book, putting it away as I leaned on closer to the bowl of soup. "What is it, Sol?" "T-There's something on the soup..."

By evening, rain had started again. I was sitting on the edge of the couch, scrolling through old Foundation archives, when Chloe came over with a small tray. “Soup,” she said simply. I blinked at it. “That’s not what I expected from you.” She arched her brow. “You expected wine and silence?” “That would’ve been more accurate.” She sat beside me. “Eat, Elias.” I did, mostly because she wouldn’t leave until I did. The warmth of the soup was grounding, something human amid the chaos.

"It wasn't something else. It was that stew. The same one from the book." Talia leans back, stunned. Her mouth moves, but she doesn't speak. That's fine. I keep going. Once you start this story, you have to let it run its course. "She made it one night, half as a joke. Said if the old man's book was right, it should feed everyone on the street. And then it did after she read the incantations."

"Bring your food and sit there." Amber didn't dare to disobey. After swallowing hard, she poured the soup into the bowl. Inside, she really wanted to cry. “How could I possibly finish this deadly soup?” the woman thought while biting her lip. She was really desperate. *** "I've finished eating, but you haven't. Is the mud soup bad?” Mr. Cold inquired as he folded his arms on the table and leaned forward. With chunks of potato in her mouth, Amber could only wave her hand in front of her pale face.

My finger itched as I let it rest against the trigger of my gun, I had spent way too long being inactive and it was making me nervous, well the nerves probably had something to do with the hundreds of dead that were clawing at the walls beneath our feet trying to find their next meal, their next target. I took a deep breath, Clara was ready at my side, her gun clenched in her hand, her eyes roaming the masses below us. I still couldn't get over how well she had been handling herself. Joining the army was a huge adjustment under normal circumstances and this was far from normal.

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Would I slip one of the bones into the sleeve of my sweatshirt, or would I take my reward like a good pet? “Eat slowly or you’ll get sick.” The Whisperer murmured from across my small cell. I didn’t look his way as I bit into the meat, audibly groaning at how fucking good it was. Buttery and salty, crispy as it exploded across my taste buds. A buttered roll sat off to the side, followed by a serving of seasoned corn, savory stuffing, and a can of sugary-sweet soda.

He would cough a little as the dust entered his old lungs, and he would put the book back on the floor. In a few hours, books were arranged in perfect order on two shelves. Shiva took a break, and Mr. Ben offered him half a sandwich. It was the first substantial meal Shiva had in the day, after that bite of the apple, but he didn't complain. Shiva liked working in the shop, surrounded by books, and doing something meaningful.

Parang may maliit na bagay na nakaipit dito. Out of curiosity, agad ko ng kinuha ang librong 'yon mula sa shelf then dusted it off. "'Where the sun doesn't shine' by Marvens Jeff Bonhomme..?" I couldn't help but shook my head just reading the title at the cover page. This hardbounded black book was no doubt a novel, an old novel kaya ba't naman nandito ito? Was Mr. Romero also interested with this piece of crap? With disgust glare at that book, kinuha ko na lamang yong papel na nakaipit dito and then put that book back to the shelf.

I sat beneath its shade, surrounded by vibrant blooms, jasmine, bellflowers, poppies, and opened the book. Zevarion laid down beside me, his arms folded behind his head, gazing up at the sky through the canopy of blossoms. His expression was soft, at peace. As I read, my voice wavered once or twice, but I kept going. We looked like the perfect picture of love. But even now, I wondered, were we truly healing or simply pretending not to bleed? When evening came, he made us dinner, my favorite: fish soup, rich with herbs and soft pieces of tender meat that melted on the tongue. The warmth of it curled in my chest more than my stomach.