The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Mara woke with the taste of iron and wet slate on her tongue, the dream still clinging to her eyelids like a second skin. In the dream, she had been a root, a vast, pale tangle beneath the soil, drinking the darkness, and when she tried to pull herself up toward the light, the earth had refused to release her, squeezing her in a silent, crushing embrace. She sat up in the narrow bed of the...

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