The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The iron gates of the Reclamation District did not so much open as they dissolved into a fog of rust and memory, and I stepped through them into a silence that had teeth. I was wearing the coat, the one my mother had stitched with hands that trembled not from age but from the sheer, terrifying weight of the fabric, a heavy wool that smelled of lavender and old blood, and it was the only thing...

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