The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The oak root lay in my palm, dry and curled like a piece of driftwood, its surface mapped with the deep fissures of thirty years of neglect. I held it against the iron gate of St. Jude’s Asylum for the Aged, feeling the cold metal bite into my other hand, which trembled with the onset of palsy. It was the autumn of 1912, and I was forty years old, a Sergeant of the Royal Constabulary, come to...

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