The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The mist did not lift. It thickened. I stood in the middle of the white expanse. There was no ground beneath me, or perhaps the ground was the same substance as the air. It felt soft. It felt damp. It smelled of iron and old rain. I checked my weapon. The pistol was heavy. The weight was good. The weight was real. My father’s voice was in my head. It was not a memory. It was a command. It was...

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