The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the boundary between the world outside and the sterile white walls of the infirmary. I sat on the edge of the cot, my hands folded in my lap, fingers interlaced until the knuckles turned the color of old bone. The air smelled of antiseptic and damp wool, a scent that had begun to seep into the very fibers...

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