The Faded Ruin
The baker’s boy, Thomas, was the one who finally broke the news, his voice muffled by the heavy wool of his cap and the dust of the flour sacks he was hauling. "Elias," he said, not looking up from the burlap, "your sister is worse. The physician says the lungs are gone. He says it is a matter of days, perhaps hours, if the fever holds." Elias stood in the doorway of the bakery, the smell of...
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