The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Mara woke with the taste of iron in her mouth. It was not blood. It was the copper tang of old pennies, the metallic ghost of a coin dropped on a wet pavement in 1998. She sat up. The room was dark, save for the thin slice of moonlight cutting across the floorboards. The floorboards were oak. They had always been oak. She was a detective. Or rather, she was the woman who found things that other...

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