The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The hand gave out on a Tuesday, which was the sort of day one expects for small failures, not for the unraveling of a life’s work. It was a cold, damp Tuesday in Harrowgate, the kind of morning where the fog sits heavy in the streets and clings to the wool of one’s coat like a jealous lover. I was standing in the middle of the main square, holding a crate of apples that had been waiting for me...

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