The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Elias, stop that. The voice in my head is not my own, though it wears my accent, that flat, gravelly drawl of the valley that clings to the teeth like wet moss. It is the voice of the yew tree, or so I have come to believe, though I am a man of science and herbs, not of spirits. I am forty-two years old, and I have spent the last three months watching the light drain from Martha’s face, a slow...

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