The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The fog came in thick that morning, swallowing the iron rails of the railway line whole. I sat on the edge of my cot in the guard’s shanty, listening to the wind rattle the tin roof. It was a sound like teeth chattering in the cold. My name is Elias. Or at least, that is what the men in the coal pit called me. They used the name with a kind of resigned affection, as if I were a piece of...

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