The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The bone cracked with the sound of a dry twig snapping in winter. It was not a loud sound, but it was final. In the dream, I held the radius and ulna in my hands, the marrow exposed, glistening with a wet, dark paste that smelled of copper and old earth. I tried to put them back together, but the fragments slipped through my fingers like wet sand. I woke with the taste of blood in my mouth, a...

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