The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

I dreamed of teeth. Not human teeth, but the jagged, yellowed canines of something ancient and root-bound, grinding against the inside of my skull with a sound like dry wood splintering. I woke to the smell of damp earth and rot, a scent that had no place in the sterile, air-conditioned hum of my apartment, yet it clung to my clothes, my hair, the skin of my arms, as if I had been buried and...

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