The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

October 12, 1943. I woke with the sound of a tick that did not belong to the room, a dry, backward click that seemed to pull the air out of my lungs. The pocket watch lay on the bedside table, its face cracked down the center, the second hand moving counterclockwise with a precision that defied the chaos of the war outside. I am thirty-four years old, and I have spent the last three weeks...

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