It's me, Tony Wilson

High on the hillsides, thousands of distributed campfires begin to burn in the darkness, proving that the very dirt the empire tramples is exactly what grows their grain.

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With the crowds growing by the minute and the cisterns rapidly running dry, a massive, catastrophic shortage seems completely inevitable.

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Five blackened skiffs prepare to slip through a crescent of Roman iron guarding the dark waters.

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An desperate imperial centurion crosses enemy lines in the dead of night, swallowing his pride to beg the rebel baker for a cure to save his dying seven-year-old daughter.

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Abigail risks everything to break open an eternal imperial wall and pull a prisoner back from the dead.

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A dangerous imperial agreement is stitched into the lining of Salome's robe as she steps out of a dark meeting with Joseph, prepared to betray the movement from within to save Abigail from a Roman cross.

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Four thousand women in rough gray tunics march silently toward the temple gates, carrying nothing but buckets of caustic soap and lye.

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With the imperial patrol passing just below the window, Abigail hands eleven hidden jars of living starter culture to eleven fleeing women.

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Dragged away into the dark city stone, Abigail watches the olive grove vanish behind her, knowing the hidden starter culture is safe and the dough must now rise without her.

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Standing before the towering ceilings of the high court, Abigail meets her accusers with an absolute, unyielding silence.

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