Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy — K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
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Initially they waited with hope, but as each hour passed, hope slipped away like the wind, the wind that as a small boy Ethan had once tried to capture with his tiny fingers.

— K. Martin Beckner, A Million Doorways
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