The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The mirror was cracked. Not a web. Not a hairline fracture. A jagged, ugly break. It split the glass from top to bottom. I looked into it. My face was in two pieces. I am a scholar of textiles. I study how cloth rots. I study how thread snaps. I know that a single knot can hold a sail. Or it can tear it. My name is Arthur. I live in the city. The city is old. The city is hungry. I wore the...

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