The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The bus stops. It stops because the driver says so. Or maybe because the road ends. You don’t know. You step off onto the cracked asphalt of Millhaven. The air smells of wet iron and old rain. You are here to work. You are here to fix things. The town is small. It sits in a bowl of hills. The sky is a low gray lid. You carry your bag. It is heavy. Inside is a wrench. Inside is a hammer. Inside...

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