The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The truck engine died with a shudder. Dust swirled. "Stay here," said Marcus. His voice was flat. Dry. "Go to hell, Marcus," said Elias. The sun beat down on the asphalt. White light. Blinding. They were in the parking lot of the Department of Corrections, Building C. A brutalist slab of concrete. Grey. Windowless. Elias walked away. He did not run. He walked. Marcus watched him. This was the...

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