The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by somet — K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
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The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by something unseen.

— K.J. Bishop, The Etched City
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