The Faded Apartment
The rain on the roof of the cart was a steady, hollow drumming, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elara’s bones. She sat between her younger brother, Thomas, and the pile of woven baskets that held their livelihood, the mud of the road splashing up against the wheels in thick, cloying clumps. They were leaving the village of Oakhaven, a place that had once felt like a warm hand...
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