The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The flour dust hangs in the air like grey snow, settling on your apron, in your hair, in the creases of your eyelids. You are Thomas, twelve years old, and your hands are stained red to the wrist. The kitchen is warm, the ovens breathing heat against your shins, but the silence is heavy, pressing against your eardrums. You need the Golden Loaf. You need it for your father, who lies in the...

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