The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The fog sat heavy on the cobblestones of Millhaven. It was a gray, wet thing. It smelled of coal smoke and wet wool. Thomas stood alone in the alley behind the textile mill. He was twelve years old. He wore a coat too big for him. The cuffs hung past his fingers. He watched the steam rise from the grates. It twisted into the air. It disappeared into the gloom. He felt a tightness in his chest....

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