The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

I dreamt of the house as a mouth, wide and dry, swallowing the light. In the dream, the walls were made of compressed ash, and my own hands were roots, white and knotted, trying to pierce the plaster to find water that was not there. I woke with the taste of dust in my mouth, the specific, gritty flavor of old insulation and neglect. The morning light in the bedroom was gray, filtered through...

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