The Faded Road
The Reclamation Office had a name for it, Elias knew, though he had not yet heard the specific form number. "Stay back, boy," the guard at the perimeter fence said, his voice flat and bored, like a machine running on empty. "The zone is sealed for winter maintenance. Go home to your mother." Elias did not go home. He was twelve, and his hands were shaking, not from the cold, but from the...
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