The Faded Alibi
The bus shudders to a halt in the grey, rain-slicked parking lot of St. Jude’s Orphanage, a building that looks less like a home and more like a fortress built from bad intentions and damp stone. You step off, your small boots squelching in the mud, carrying a paper bag that contains your entire world. Inside, wrapped in a clean white cloth, sits the jar of honey. It is thick, golden, and...
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