The Faded Photograph
The train, a sleek and silent beast of glass and steel, cut through the grey morning of Chicago with the inevitability of a tide, carrying Elliot, who was twelve years old and possessed of a soul that felt too large for his bony frame, toward the city that promised him everything and, in its cold, concrete heart, offered him nothing but the hollow echo of his own expectations. He sat by the...
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