The Faded Road
The chandelier in the atrium of St. Jude’s Library swung with a slow, pendulous rhythm, casting long, trembling shadows across the polished oak floors where the staff gathered for the annual gala. Elena Vance, thirty-four and wearing a dress she had bought on sale three years ago, stood near the edge of the crowd, her eyes fixed not on the champagne flutes in the hands of the donors, but on the...
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