The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The house shook. Dust rained from the beams. Silas stood in the hall. He wore his uniform. The brass was bright. The fabric was thin. It was a Tuesday. Or a Wednesday. It did not matter. The walls were sweating. The floorboards groaned. "Stay down," he said. No one heard him. The air tasted of copper and old rot. Silas touched his breast pocket. The coin was there. Heavy. Cold. He had kept it...

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