The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The crew arrived at dawn, their diesel engines coughing in the cold air before the sun had cleared the ridge. I was standing by the gate, my hands buried in the wet mud of the path, listening to the rhythmic thud of the excavator’s arm as it began its work. Mr. Sterling, the new owner, stood on the lawn in a coat that cost more than my annual wage, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference....

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