The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey veil that smelled of iron and wet ash, clinging to the wool of my greatcoat and seeping into the bones of the city until I felt less like a man standing on a street corner and more like a stone slowly dissolving into the mud of an ancient, indifferent earth. I had been walking for three hours, my boots heavy with the sludge...

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