The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Thorne, Thorne, you there, stop standing in the doorway like a piece of furniture, the foreman’s voice cut through the din of the canteen, sharp and brittle as a coal shattering against a stone wall. The room was thick with the smell of wet wool and stale tobacco, a heavy, suffocating blanket that pressed against the skin, and around you the men were eating their midday meal, the clatter of tin...

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