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FoodMaterial
Stackable
A handful of deep-purple berries, skins tight enough to split under a thumb, fingers stained within a step of the bush. Sweet at the top, sharp underneath, with a seed that tastes faintly of cedar.
Entry
Left too long, it spoils into Rotten Food.
Mechanics
Crafting, equipment, and effects declared on this entry.
Chronicle
Foraged off low thornbushes that line every goat path worth walking, and tolerated by the farms that pretend they do not notice children emptying the hedgerows. A decent forager learns early which patch belongs to which grandmother, and whose grudge is worth the shortcut. The season is short, always shorter than anyone planned for.