The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The hall smelled of roasting goose and wet wool, a thick, cloying scent that hung in the air like a physical weight, pressing down on the shoulders of every man and woman who had gathered in the great hall of St. Jude’s Orphanage for the annual winter solstice feast, and I stood at the far end of the table, my hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through the floorboards but from the...

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