The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The roof came off on a Tuesday. It did not crumble. It did not rot. It simply peeled away from the eaves like a scab from a healing wound, drifting down into the mud below in sheets of blackened oak and slate. We stood in the yard. My brother, Thomas, held my hand. His grip was wet. It was not rain. It was sweat. We looked up at the sky, which was a flat, unblinking white, devoid of clouds,...

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