The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

We stood in the doorway of the old house, the air thick with the scent of dust and dried lavender, and I looked at him with a kind of terrible clarity that I have never possessed since. He was holding a small, folded piece of parchment in his hand, the edges worn soft by the friction of his thumb, and he asked me if I remembered the mark. I said yes, but I did not tell him that I had forgotten...

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