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Thorns Beneath the Bread

Thorns Beneath the Bread

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Oct 14, 2025
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Romance
In the stone-walled village of Saint Mireille, Father Aldric is the newly appointed priest-young, composed, and devout. His mission: restore the fractured faith of a people weary of plague and famine. But as he settles into his role, one man disrupts the calm he wears like a second skin. Thomas is the local baker-sun-warmed, rough-handed, and always smelling of fire and dough. He feeds the people not with scripture, but with sustenance, and for that, they love him. When their paths cross too often-first in charity, then in quiet confessions, then in moments neither can name-a slow-burning bond forms. But love between men is a heresy, and Aldric has sworn vows that bind more than his heart. In a world of watchful eyes, whispered sins, and bread that rises even as souls fall, can two men find grace in each other-or will desire damn them both?
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In a city ruled by gods and gilded lies, obedience is sacred. The trials are cruel. The king is worse. And angels are not meant to question-they're meant to kneel. But she doesn't. When a spring-born initiate dares to defy the sanctity of silence, she catches the attention of the one being no angel should ever cross: the god of death himself. He should have punished her. Instead... he watched. He intervened. He let her live. And in doing so, he may have doomed them both. Because the Ivory City is rotting from within. And she-bright, reckless, and unafraid-was never meant to survive it. Betrayal was always inevitable. But he never expected to want her enough to let it happen. ~She was forbidden to speak his name. He couldn't stop thinking hers.~

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