The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The sky tears open above Millhaven. It is not a cloud. It is a wound. You watch it bleed grey light into the town. The rain comes sideways. It smells of iron and old dust. You are ten. You are wet. You are cold. The church steeple snaps. It falls like a broken bone. It crushes the graveyard. It crushes your father’s grave. You run. Your shoes slip on the wet cobblestones. The water rises. It is...

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