The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Nune Markovic remembers the weight before she remembers the cold, a physical pressure settling on her shoulders like a wet wool coat that refused to dry. It is now, sitting in the back of the taxi medallion she bought high and lost low, that she understands the year was not 1347, nor the place a stone chamber in a medieval court, but the front room of the Markovic house, kept for funerals,...

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