The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

Could a boy of twelve fix a broken name? Clifford Stroud stood at the harbor gate, the satchel heavy against his hip, the wet grit of the quay crunching under his boots. The air tasted of salt and rust, the kind of damp that settled into the bones before noon. He looked at the library door, then at the blank book in his hand. It was thin, unmarked, a ghost of the ledger he needed. The...

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