The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The letter lay on the table, yellowed and soft at the edges. You picked it up. The ink was faded, the handwriting slanted and hurried. It was from the Company. It said you were to proceed to Blackwood Junction. It said the Faded Root was to be mapped. It said your pension depended on it. You folded the paper. You put it in your coat pocket. You were forty-two years old. Your hands shook. The...

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