The Faded Road
The morning bell at the St. Jude’s Order for the Deaf and Dumb rang with a flat, metallic clang that seemed to vibrate directly in the teeth. It was a sound designed to disorient, to pull the mind from the quiet interior of the body and force it into the rigid architecture of the day. Elias Thorne stood by the window of his cell in the dormitory, watching the frost crawl across the glass in...
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