Demon Deals - Breadman Games

I rolled the die.

“Eat,” he said. “You’ll need your strength for next Tuesday.”

Then he reached into his apron and handed me a warm, golden loaf. Inside the crust, something beat like a second heart.

The breadman clapped softly. Flour puffed from his palms. “Game’s begun, player.”

“I know what you are,” I said.

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