The Faded Root
The iron door at the base of the St. Jude’s Orphanage did not so much open as it exhaled, a heavy, rusted sigh that rolled across the wet cobblestones of the alleyway where twelve-year-old Thomas Ashworth sat huddled against the cold brick, his fingers numb and blackened from the frost, watching the light from the corridor spill out like a slow, yellowing bruise. He had been sitting there for...
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