The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The trowel slipped, scraping a jagged white scar across the darkened limestone, and I caught it before it could fall, my fingers trembling around the wooden handle as the afternoon light, thin and pale as skim milk, began to fade behind the church roof. It was October the fourteenth, and the wind had a bite to it that cut straight through my coat, chilling the sweat on my back where the mortar...

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