The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain in Blackwood was not water, but a thin, grey mist that tasted of copper and old pennies, a substance that clung to the skin and refused to evaporate, settling into the pores like a secret that could not be kept. I remember leaving the foundry that morning, the steam rising from the vents in great, ghostly plumes that twisted into the overcast sky, and I remember the way the foreman, a...

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