The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

You are holding the coat. It is blue. Not a bright blue, but the deep, bruised blue of a sky just before a storm breaks. You are seven years old. The fabric is heavy. It smells of cedar and old wool. You have been walking for three days. Or perhaps it is only an hour. Time is a slippery thing in the Ashworth Institute. The floor tiles are white. They are cold. You can feel the chill through...

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