The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rejection letter sat on the kitchen table, its envelope still sealed with a wax stamp that looked like a dried blood clot. I held the paper in my left hand, the leather belt of my father’s resting tight against my right hip. The buckle was warm. Not hot, just warm, the way a stone is after sitting in the sun. I knew what it meant. Vance had spoken a lie to my face yesterday, and the metal...

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