The Faded Root
The van was too small for three people and a lifetime of accumulated debris, yet Margaret sat in the back with her knees pressed against her chest, feeling as though the vehicle itself was contracting around her, squeezing the air out of her lungs. It was a Tuesday in late October, the kind of day where the light in the Pacific Northwest feels less like sunshine and more like a pale, exhausted...
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