The Faded Masquerade

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The light through the high windows of St. Jude’s Orphanage was thin and gray, cutting sharp diagonal lines across the dusty linoleum where Thomas stood, holding a bucket of cold water. "You missed a spot," said Father O’Malley, his voice low and dry as the pebbles on the courtyard path. Thomas did not look up. He was nine years old, and the water was freezing, but his hands did not shake. They...

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