The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The axe bit deep. The wood screamed. Marcus felt the vibration in his teeth. In his marrow. He was not holding an axe. He was holding a blade of light, sharp as a razor, cold as the void between stars. He swung. The tree split. Not wood. Bone. The bark was skin. The sap was blood. It was red. It was always red. He stood in the clearing. The air tasted of ozone and iron. The sky above was not...

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