The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The truck idled, diesel fumes curling into the cold air where the kitchen door hung open. "Thorne," the voice called from the porch, dry as scraped bark. "You’re leaving the good china behind?" Elias Thorne did not turn. His back was to the house, to the decade of silence that had settled in the hallway, to the woman who had stopped looking at him years ago. He was an actuary. He calculated...

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