The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The pot is on the stove. It has been there for three days. You do not look at it. You look at the wall. The plaster is peeling in long, dry strips. It looks like skin. You are in Millhaven. It is a town built on iron and silence. The factory hums a low, sick note all day. You are the inspector. You check the weights. You check the hours. You check the eyes of the men who work the press. You...

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