The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The silk was red, but it looked like dried blood. I pulled it tighter around my neck, the fabric cold against my throat. I was thirty-two, alone in the apartment that had once been my mother’s, and I needed to prove she was a liar. The rumor was that the scarf absorbed grief, turning the wearer’s skin gray. I saw the first patch of ash on my wrist. It was not a mark. It was a stain. I wanted to...

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