The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The ledger weighed six pounds in Elias Thorne’s hands, a block of cold, damp paper that smelled of mildew and old iron. He counted the entries for the third time, his fingers slick with sweat despite the cellar’s chill. Three months’ arrears on Margaret’s dialysis. Two hundred and forty pounds. The number sat in his mind like a stone in his shoe, grinding with every step he took along the...

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