The Faded Root

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2026-08-19 22:35:18 -

The Faded Root

The porcelain bowl, white as the bone of a winter bird, sat upon the oak table, its rim jagged and irregular where it had once been whole, and I held it in my hands not because I was hungry, for my stomach had long since ceased to send its sharp, acidic demands into the quiet of my chest, but because the cold ceramic offered a singular, undeniable truth to the touch, a solidity that contrasted...

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