The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The veil was torn. I stood in the hall of mirrors. It was cold. The glass stretched. Infinite. I held the coat. It was heavy. Wool. Grey. Frayed at the hem. I pulled it tight. The fabric scraped my skin. It smelled of dust. And old rain. I looked down. My hands were bare. They trembled. Who am I? The question echoed. It bounced off the walls. I searched the reflections. There were many of me. A...

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