The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

I dreamt that the river was made of liquid mercury, cold and heavy in my veins, and that I was holding a chalice of silver so old it had forgotten the shape of the hand that forged it. In the dream, the silver was not metal at all but a living thing, a compressed echo of every winter I had ever survived, and I woke in my cot in the small, damp room above the chandler’s shop in Harrowgate with...

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