The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The roof came off first. It was not a storm. It was not a bomb. It was the air itself, deciding to leave. The shingles peeled back like dead skin, curling into grey spirals that drifted up into a sky that had forgotten how to be blue. You stood in the center of the kitchen, holding a ladle. The soup was still hot. Steam rose from the bowl in your hand, a thin, white ghost, but the steam did not...

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