The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The ink bled through the paper, a dark stain spreading like a bruise under the skin, and I watched it with a hand that would not stop shaking. I am Elias Thorne, and I am forty years old, though the mirror in the barracks says I look sixty. I need the pension. I need the steady check that will pay for the morphine when the pain in my knees becomes a living thing, and I need it before the autumn...

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