The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the glass. It was a gray, suffocating weight, blurring the world outside the nursery into a smear of wet slate and dying leaves. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool and old paper. Julian sat on the edge of the small bed, his knees pulled up to his chest. He was seven. He was small for seven, thin as a reed, with eyes that looked too large for...

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