The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The root was broken. That was the first thing I knew, not in my waking mind, but in the wet, dark place behind my eyes where the dreams live before the sun has a chance to scrub them clean. It was a thick, knotted thing, pale as a bone, snapped cleanly in the middle. One half was in my hand. The other was slipping away into the mud. I tried to hold it, but the texture was wrong. It didn’t feel...

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