The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The letter lay on the desk, the paper yellowed and soft as old skin. I held it up to the window, where the afternoon light was thinning to a gray smear against the glass. It was from the Bureau, a formal notice regarding my health assessment. My hand trembled as I read the words, a fine, persistent vibration that made the ink blur. I am Elias, forty-two, and I have spent twenty years in the...

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