The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in sheets, gray and relentless, against the windows of the city. I stood in the office. The air smelled of wet wool and old paper. My name was Arthur. I was a man of questions. Or so I thought. I looked at the file on the desk. It was thin. It contained only a photograph. The photograph was of a tree. No, not a tree. A root. It was thick and...

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