The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

"You broke it," he said. The voice came from the corner. Low. Dry. Like gravel in a tin cup. I looked up from my desk. The clock on the wall ticked. Tick. Tock. Tick. Mr. Vane stood there. He was small. Thin. Wore a grey suit. It fit him like a sack. He held a piece of plastic. White. Cracked down the middle. "It’s just a prototype," he said. "It’s my project," I said. "Your project," he...

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