The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The sky fell first. Not crashed. Fell. Like a heavy curtain pulled down by an invisible hand. You were in the library. You were always in the library. The smell of dust and old paper was your perfume. It was the scent of safety. It was the scent of control. Then the glass shattered. Not outside. Inside. The air itself cracked. A sound like tearing metal. A sound like a scream caught in a...

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