The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

You stand at the edge of the precipice which is not a cliff but a vast, undulating carpet of moss that stretches out into a fog so thick it feels like breathing in wet wool, and you are holding a bag of flour in one hand and a rusted iron key in the other, and you are trying to explain to the person standing three feet in front of you, a man who looks like he has been carved out of the same...

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