The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The form is incomplete, Arthur. He held the carbon copy tight, the paper damp with the sweat of his palms. The office of the Imperial Ministry of Agriculture smelled of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone that seemed to rise from the floorboards. Outside the high, barred windows, the city of London churned in the grey drizzle of 1924, but inside, the silence was absolute, save for...

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