The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The gauge reads forty-two pounds, then forty-one, then the needle swings wild and dies at zero. You have counted the hours of this shift, thirty-six of them, each one a brick laid in the wall of your pension. You hold the instrument in your left hand, the one that does not shake, though both hands are trembling now, a fine, high-frequency vibration that makes the brass casing hum against your...

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