On the feast day itself, the church overflowed with worshippers. Nobles in velvet robes sat alongside farmers in patched tunics. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted from the altar. Constance's father, the village baker, had prepared a special offering: twelve golden loaves, each shaped like a saint's halo.
The priest raised the loaves, invoking Saint Cuthbert's blessing. "May these loaves multiply," he intoned, "just as our faith multiplies." And indeed, as the loaves were distributed, they seemed to replenish themselves. The hungry villagers ate their fill, tears streaming down weathered faces. It was a miracle–the bread never diminished.
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Feast of Saint Cuthbert
FantasyA short story rooted in Christian beliefs about a girl named Constance taking place during a festival.
