The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The road did not exist on any map of the world Thomas knew. It was a ribbon of grey slate, cut into the side of a mountain that seemed to have no peak, only a continuous, bruised slope of violet cloud. He walked. His boots, heavy with the mud of a reality he had left behind, clicked a rhythm against the stone. It was a short, sharp sound. *Click. Click.* The air tasted of copper and old dust....

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