The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The tea was cold. Miles Vane held the cup. It was porcelain. White. Thin. Like bone. The steam had died. The smell was gone. Only the taste remained. Bitter. Stale. He drank. He did not want to. But he did. The liquid burned his tongue. It tasted of iron. And old leaves. And something else. Something sweet. Decay. He set the cup down. A clink. Soft. Final. The room was vast. High ceilings. Dust...

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