The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The road was red. Not the rust of iron, but the blood of the earth itself. I walked. My boots sank into the soft, wet clay. It whispered. It knew my name. It knew my sin. I am old. My bones click like dry twigs. I seek the Root. They say it is fading. They say it holds the sky up. They say if it goes, we fall. I do not believe in falling. I believe in the weight of words. I had traveled for...

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