The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The rain had turned the yard into a grey, breathing thing, a slick of mud that swallowed the boots of the men who came to take him. Thomas stood at the threshold of the schoolhouse, his hand resting on the cold iron latch, watching the water run in thick, heavy streams down the glass. He was fourteen, old enough to know that the world was a place where promises were broken like dry twigs, but...

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