The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

In the dream, the rain did not fall but hung in the air like a suspended verdict, a dense curtain of grey mist that smelled of wet iron and crushed eucalyptus, while Sergeant Major Elias Thorne stood in the middle of a highway that had ceased to be a road and become instead a field of black gravel, his boots sinking slightly into the loose aggregate as if the earth itself were digesting him. He...

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