The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The iron gate did not groan when it opened, which was the first thing that felt wrong, because in the waking world, in the damp and rotting quiet of the cottage where the frost had finally started to claim the windowpanes, every hinge had screamed in protest for three years until I had oiled them with my own tears and a little bit of lard until they slid with a silence that sounded like a held...

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