The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The mud is thick. It clings to your boots like a jealous lover. You are running. The rain hammers your back, cold and heavy. Your lungs burn. The air tastes of iron and rot. You stop. You breathe. The forest is silent. No birds. No wind. Just the drumming of water on leaves. You look down. In your left hand, you hold the coat. It is a heavy wool thing. Navy blue. The buttons are brass. They are...

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