The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain fell in sheets of gray iron, drumming against the tin roof of the depot. It was a cold, industrial sound, rhythmic and unyielding. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the yard, his uniform soaked through, the fabric clinging to his ribs like wet paper. He held a crate. Inside, nestled in shredded straw, were the apples. They were red, bruised, and perfect. They were the last of the...

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