The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The train hissed. Steam billowed. It was cold. Elias stood on the platform. He held the bird. The cage was rusted. The goldfinch inside pecked the wire. Its feathers were dull. Not bright. Not the yellow of summer. Brown. Worn. Faded. Elias tightened his grip. The metal bit into his palm. He did not bleed. Not yet. "Come on, Elias." The voice was low. Rough. Like gravel in a bag. Thomas stood...

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