The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain came down cold as March, turning the oak savanna into a slick, breathing thing. I remember the weight of it, how the water soaked through my coat and settled into the hollows of my spine. It was midsummer, but the air felt stripped of all warmth, a physical fact that pressed against my skin. Act I I am Panagiotis Vassiliou, a dockworker who handles the animals for the shipping line. My...

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