The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

You sit in the high tower. The stone is cold under your back. You are a scholar of the old texts. Your hands are stained with ink. The ink is black. It does not wash out. You hold the jar. It is small. It is glass. Inside, a root floats. The root is white. It is dry. It is eternal. It will not rot. This is the law. The root is a mirror. It shows you what you are. You are the keeper. You are the...

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