The Faded Root
The root is still there. It is pale. It is dry. It looks like a finger of bone. I found it in the mud. My boots were heavy. The water was cold. I pulled it out. I held it up. It was the size of my thumb. I put it in my pocket. My name is Thomas. I am a guard. I walk the line. The line is long. The line is straight. The line is made of wood. The wood is old. The wood is dead. I walk. I look. I...
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