The Golden Echoes
The rain had not stopped in three days, turning the parking lot of the St. Jude’s Children’s Health Center into a grey, slushy expanse that reflected the sterile hum of the fluorescent lights above. Leo sat in the back row of the cafeteria, his chin resting on his folded arms, watching the condensation bead and slide down the glass of the window. He was twelve, a boy who had learned to be...
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