The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

I woke with the taste of wet earth and iron on my tongue, the dream still clinging to the back of my throat like a splinter. In the dream, I was a root system, vast and tangled beneath the town of Harrow Creek, holding the ground together. Then, one by one, the roots snapped. Not with a sound, but with a feeling of release, a sudden lightness that should have been terrifying but felt only like...

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