The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The smell of boiled starch and industrial bleach hung in the air of the Whitmore Orphanage like a physical weight, a thick, gray fog that settled into the pores of our skin and stayed there, refusing to evaporate even after we had left the building years ago. I remember the laundry room specifically, the place where the ironing boards stood in rows like white coffins waiting for their...

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