The Faded Road
The elm tree at the edge of the Miller’s property had been dying for three years, its leaves turning a sickly, translucent yellow that clung to the branches like the final, desperate grasps of a soul refusing to let go of the earth, and Elias, who was only twelve but carried the weight of a century in his hollowed-out eyes, stood beneath its sprawling canopy with a pocketknife in his hand,...
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