The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that settled into the pores of the skin and the fibers of the wool coat, turning the world outside the window of the small apartment into a blurred, indistinct smear of charcoal and slate. Arthur Penhaligon sat at the kitchen table, his hands resting flat on the cold surface, watching the condensation bead on the glass. He...

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