The Faded Road
The morning the school board voted to strip the district of its arts funding, Elias stood at the window of the empty classroom, watching a single, stubborn wren attempt to nest in the crook of a high oak branch that overhung the playground, its tiny body a frantic blur of motion against the grey, slate-colored sky that seemed to press down upon the rooftops of the institution with a weight that...
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