The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The ink bled into the cheap blotting paper, spreading like a bruise under skin. Thomas sat in the back row of the St. Jude’s Orphanage dining hall, his elbow resting on the scarred oak table, and stared at the word he had just written. *Redemption*. The letters were jagged, aggressive, as if the pen had been dragged by a hand that could not control its own trembling. He was twelve years old,...

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