The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Act I I was pulling the thread from the hem of my mother’s mourning dress when the smell hit me, sharp and sweet like burnt sugar, and I realized my fingers were trembling so hard I could not hold the needle. The light in the front room was failing, the grey November rain pressing against the glass, and I thought of the thirty-one of Gallows Corner where the midwife, Zuzana, had delivered me, a...

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