The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The chisel slips. It is a small thing, a fraction of an inch, but the sound it makes is a shriek that splits the air of the workshop, sharp and final. You watch the wood tear, a jagged wound opening in the smooth cheek of the face you have been trying to carve. It is not just a mistake. It is a confession. The tremor in your hands, the palsy that the doctors in Oakhaven call idiopathic but...

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