The Blackroot Farm
The roots were black. That was the first thing Caleb noticed when he began to clear the overgrown yard of Blackroot Farm. Not brown like normal tree roots, not gray like stone roots, but black—deep, glossy, oily black, like the roots of something that had grown in soil soaked with things it was never meant to hold. He pulled at one with his bare hands. It came free with a sound like a sigh. It...
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