The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

You say it out loud. You say it to the air. You say it to the mud. You say it to the grey, bruised sky that hangs low over the Appalachian ridge like a wet wool blanket. It is not a word. It is a mark. A glyph. A seal cut into the bark of the ancient hemlocks that line the trail. You see it first as a shadow. A smudge. Then you lean in. Your breath fogs. The wood is cold. It bites your...

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