The Faded Root
Act I Calum Fraser, thirty-four years old and owing the temple granary three months’ rent, stood in the center of the ferry crossing with a root of yew wood clutched in his sweating hands. The water beneath the boat was the color of old iron, flat and mirror-like, reflecting the grey sky and the rigid line of the Scottish Highlands that stretched out to the horizon, a landscape of canal country...
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