The Faded Road
The letter from the Department of Corrections lay on the kitchen table, its edges soft with handling, the ink slightly blurred where a thumb had rested too long against the paper. It was a release form, standard issue, stating that Mara would be returned to the custody of a responsible party, and your signature was the only thing standing between her and the cold concrete of the institution....
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