The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The coat was heavy, a slab of dark wool that smelled of wet ash and old copper, and I wore it because I had no other choice. It was not mine, nor had it ever been anyone’s in the way that ownership usually implies; it simply existed, a garment of consequence draped over my shoulders in a dream that refused to let me wake. I was marching, or perhaps I was being marched, through a landscape that...

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