The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The tallow candles burned with a wet, sputtering hiss, consuming three inches of wax in the first hour of the feast, a measurement I took not out of habit but because the light was the only thing holding the room together while the rest of the architecture seemed to dissolve. I counted the stitches in the leather binding of my medical journal, forty-two in total, as I sat at the high table with...

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