The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The jar broke on the cobblestones. It was a heavy thing. Glass. Thick. It held a liquid that smelled of iron and wet earth. I held the shards in my bare hands. They cut deep. I did not feel the pain. I only felt the cold. The morning air was sharp. It bit into my face. I was walking down King’s Road. The fog was thick. It swallowed the buildings. It swallowed the cars. It swallowed the people....

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