The Faded Root
The ink on the parchment was not black but a deep, bruised violet that seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it, and I traced the edge of the document with a finger that had long since forgotten the warmth of a human hand, feeling the rough texture of the vellum against skin that was thin as paper and equally prone to tearing, and in that moment I understood that I had not been...
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