The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The damp in the cellar of St. Jude’s Orphanage tasted of wet stone and old rot. Thomas Bradshaw, twelve years old and thin as a rail, sat with his back against the cold wall, his hands wrapped tight around a rusted iron key. It was his only possession, a jagged piece of metal that had passed from his father’s pocket to his own the night before the funeral, and now it was the only thing that...

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