The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The road was not a road. It was a spine of grey stone, cracked and bleeding moss, winding up into a sky that had forgotten how to be blue. You walked. Your boots were heavy. They were made of leather that had been cured in the smoke of a dead hearth. They belonged to your father. He had given them to you before the silence took his tongue. Now the silence took his hands. Now it took his eyes....

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