The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The light in the kitchen had turned the color of old bruised plums when my father stood up, his knees cracking like dry twigs, and said my name, Elias, with a weight in it that made the dust motes seem to pause in their drift. He did not look at me, but at the window where the frost was beginning to lace the glass, and he told me that the estate was mine, a burden of stone and rot that I was to...

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