The Faded Root
The rain falls on the slate roof. It has been falling for three days. You sit in the corner of the high chamber. The walls are stone. The air is cold. You hold a piece of glass. It is small. It is blue. It cuts your thumb. You do not care. The blood is red. It mixes with the rain on the windowpane. Who are you? You are not a king. You are not a queen. You are a servant. You are the shadow in...
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