The metal bowl that slid across the stone floor didn't hold the usual cuisine of gruel and dried crust of bread, both teeming with the movement of small white vermin. My nostrils flared finding the new aroma an assault. Meat. Meat and suls. I stared at it for a long before I gathered it in the crook of my arm possessively. I ate quickly before my keepers changed their mind or could finish their cruel joke.
My stomach protested vehemently the new faire. I choked on the bile that rose with the food then swallowed both.
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