The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The iron taste of blood was the first thing I knew. It coated my tongue, thick and metallic, a stark contrast to the dry, dusty air of the valley. I was running, or perhaps stumbling, through a field of tall, yellowed grass that whispered against my legs like a thousand quiet accusations. Behind me, the sky was tearing open. It was not a storm. It was a wound. Purple veins of lightning pulsed...

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