The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain did not stop. It tapped against the glass of the university office, a persistent, rhythmic code. I looked at the root. It sat on my desk, a pale, gnarled thing of wood and memory. It was dry. It had been dry for three days. It would never rot. It would never grow. It was a fossil of a feeling I could no longer name. "You are staring at it again," said Dr. Aris. He stood in the doorway....

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