The Faded Root
Listen, you have to understand, it is not the object that is missing, it is the certainty that the object ever existed, and we are standing here in this gray, wind-scoured stretch of nothingness, you and I, with your coat button hanging by a thread and my boots soaked through to the bone, debating the metaphysics of a rusted iron key that supposedly opens a door that might not even be there,...
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