The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The iron links of the chainmail vest bite into your palms, cold and unforgiving, as you lift it from the armchair where it has sat for thirty years. You are fifty-two, and your heart, a traitorous drum, hammers against your ribs with a rhythm that feels less like life and more like a countdown. You intend to burn it tonight. This is not a metaphor; you have the kindling ready, the matches in...

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