John Wren, The Bakers Son
When I woke up, the sun wasn’t up yet. I didn’t hear the coaches screeching, horse hooves clacking or the road sellers shouting. I was woken up by a different noise: My father was running…
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When I woke up, the sun wasn’t up yet. I didn’t hear the coaches screeching, horse hooves clacking or the road sellers shouting. I was woken up by a different noise: My father was running…