The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The notice was three lines long, typed on cream-colored bond paper that smelled of dust and old ink. It sat on the desk in front of me, a small white rectangle against the dark wood grain. I did not touch it. I stared at the date, November four, the day I was to report to Colonel Vance for a disciplinary review. My hand rested on the ceramic mug, my father’s, the one I had carried in my pocket...

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