The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The coat is yours. You know this in your marrow. It hangs on the hook by the door. It has always been there. Or it feels that way. The wool is thick. It smells of lavender and dust. It smells of home. But it is not yours. Not yet. You look at it. It looks at you. The house is small. It is too small. The walls press in. They breathe. You hear them sigh. The floorboards creak under your feet....

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