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Chapter 3: Titanheart Chronicles

I was back home.

The air smelled like old wood and boiled roots.

We were eating dinner—a single loaf of bread split three ways.

It was stale. Hard enough to knock someone out if you threw it right.

My mom chewed slowly. My dad didn't even look up. He just stared at the wall, like it owed him money.

"...So," I mumbled, breaking the silence. "I used up all the paper in the house."

My dad blinked. "What?"

"I was wondering if I could get more. Just a little. For drawing."

He slammed the table so hard, the bread bounced.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND?! Do you even know how expensive paper is?! You think it grows on trees?!"