The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Stavros Stefanou pressed the wool against the table, his fingers digging into the rough weave as if trying to stop the fabric from dissolving into the air. The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and stale wine, the air thick with the heat of forty bodies and the flickering of tallow candles that cast long, jittering shadows against the stone walls. Director Kallis sat at the head of the...

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