The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The ink on your skin is fading. It was once a deep, bruised violet, a map of roots etched into the flesh of your forearm. Now, it is a pale, ghostly smudge. You are seven years old. You are walking down a street that smells of wet ash and old rain. The town of Oakhaven is not a town anymore. It is a memory of a town. The houses stand with their mouths open, windows boarded up in jagged teeth....

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