The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The jar sat on the windowsill, catching the grey light of the afternoon. It was a heavy glass vessel, filled with a dark, viscous syrup that smelled of burnt sugar and iron. You knew what it was before you even lifted the lid. You had made it yourself, three winters ago, from the roots of a plant that did not grow in this part of the country. It was a remedy, or so the old texts claimed, for...

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