The Faded Apartment
The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a cold, persistent mist that soaked into the stone walls of the village school and turned the breath of the children into small, white ghosts in the air. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the center of the classroom, his back straight, his hands clasped behind him, waiting for the silence to break. He was twelve years old, a boy of sharp angles and quiet...
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