The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The concrete is already mixed. It sits in the wheel, grey and wet, looking like the mud of a dead field. You stand at the base of the Spire. The stone is warm under your palm, vibrating with a low, rhythmic thrum that you feel in your teeth. You have been a warden for twenty years. You know the Spire. It is not a building. It is a mouth. It has been drinking from the city’s blood for three...

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