The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky by a pair of invisible, frantic hands, each drop a heavy, cold coin thrown at the cobblestones of the courtyard, and I stood in the center of the downpour, my boots sinking into the mud that smelled of rot and iron, holding the clay pot with both hands as if it were the beating heart of a dying god, while the guards raised their...

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