The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The dream had the texture of wet ash, a grey slurry that clung to the inside of my eyelids and refused to evaporate even when I forced them open to the pale, indifferent light of the Tuesday morning, a morning that smelled faintly of ozone and stale coffee, the kind of air that hangs heavy over the industrial district of Millhaven where the brick facades of the old textile mills had been...

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