The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The jar sat on the scale, a heavy, brown glass cylinder filled with a root that looked like dried clay. I weighed it three times. Four ounces. The price was fixed. My daughter, Sarah, was in the hospital, and the bill was due by noon. I wrapped the jar in oilcloth, my hands shaking slightly from the cold in the cottage, and walked to the town square. The air was thin and smelled of woodsmoke...

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