The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain fell on the slate roof of the Whitmore estate with a rhythmic, industrial precision, a ticking clock that measured out the final hours of my tenure. I stood in the center of the library, the air thick with the scent of damp paper and the metallic tang of ozone, holding the shattered remnants of the root in my gloved hands. It was not a root of flesh, nor of wood, but of something else...

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