The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The brickwork of St. Jude’s was peeling in long, rust-colored strips, hanging down like dead skin. We were twelve and thirteen, me and Thomas, and we were fighting the rain. Not a polite drizzle, but a gray, industrial deluge that turned the cobblestones of Harrow Lane into a slick, black mirror. I was holding the roof. I was holding it with my mind, a trick I’d learned from the old books in...

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