The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The ink is dry. You know this. You see the stain on your thumb. It is black. It is deep. It will not wash out. You are a merchant of secrets. That is what they call you in the town. You deal in whispers. You trade in silences. You have done this for forty years. Your back aches. Your knees knock. You are old. You are tired. The shop is small. It smells of dust and dried lavender. The clock...

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