The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The air tastes of copper and stale rain. You are standing in the wet grass. It is cold. The mud sucks at your boots. You do not pull them out. You let the earth hold you. You are a man. You are a law. You are a ghost in a world that has forgotten how to sleep. You look up. The sky is a bruised purple. It does not move. The clouds are frozen in a shape that looks like a closed eye. You know this...

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