The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The ink on the seal was dry before the bell rang for the third shift. I stood in the center of the archive room, the air thick with the scent of dust and old paper. The document lay on the desk before me. It was a simple thing, a rectangle of cream-colored cardstock, stamped with the black oak leaf of the Municipal Constabulary. My name was printed beneath it in crisp, serif type. Edward...

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