The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The root was cold. That was the first thing I noticed, the second being that it was wet, slick with a sap that smelled of old pennies and damp earth. My father held it out to me, his hands trembling not from fear but from the effort of keeping them steady. "Take it, Elias," he said. "It’s the only proof they have to ignore." I was twelve years old, standing in the kitchen of a house that...

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