The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

"Put the pen down, Arthur. You are not a poet; you are a clerk." The voice cut through the silence of the office, sharp as a snapped twig. I did not look up. My eyes were fixed on the ledger, on the intricate, branching diagram of the elm’s root system I had been tracing for the past three hours. The ink was still wet, glistening under the harsh gaslight that had just flickered on as the...

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