The Faded Root
The rain hits the shingle roof like static. You are bleeding. Or maybe you are just wet. The distinction is academic, and you have no time for academics. You are in the library. The old stone library. The one that predates the town by a century and predates the concept of a town by a few decades. It is the only building that does not rot. It is the only building that breathes. You press your...
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