The Faded Road
Chapter One Could a boy be too heavy to save his sister? I stood on the wet cobblestones of the harbor district, watching the pale moth circle the lamppost, its wings beating a rhythm that matched the hollow ache in my chest. The rain had stopped, leaving the streets slick and dark, reflecting the gaslights in long, trembling streaks. I am Sess Zell, and I have twelve years of life left, or so...
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