The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The train smelled of wet wool and rust, a heavy, industrial scent that clung to the inside of Nora’s nose like a second skin. She sat by the window, her knees drawn up to her chest, watching the gray fields of the North Country blur into a smear of mud and dead vegetation. The year was 1954, and the air outside was sharp enough to cut. In her lap, wrapped in a coarse burlap sack, lay the object...

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