The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The ink did not flow because my hands were shaking, but because I was afraid. March 14, 1893. The tremor in my right wrist has worsened since the winter solstice, a rhythmic spasm that turns my script into a jagged scrawl. I sit in the dim light of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, surrounded by the smell of dust and old varnish, and I wait for the Root to take hold. For twenty years, I have...

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