The Faded Apartment
The road to the house was a ribbon of mud and gravel that wound through the autumn woods, and the boy, Thomas, walked it alone because he had decided, with the rigid certainty of a child who believes he has solved the universe’s riddle, that he would not be carried. He was nine years old, small for his age, with hair the color of wet straw and eyes that were always looking for something just...
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