The Faded Root

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2026-08-17 13:52:00 -

The Faded Root

We were feasting on the marrow of the world, or at least that is what the smoke suggested as it curled in lazy, golden spirals above the table where we sat, you and I, and the others who had come to witness the unraveling of my name, for the feast was not a meal but a ritual of recognition, a grand, sprawling banquet of the mind where the food was made of whispers and the wine was distilled...

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