The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The pill was red. I held it between thumb and forefinger. It looked like a berry. It looked like a drop of blood. I swallowed it dry. The taste was metallic. Copper. Old coins. "Is it working?" Margaret asked. She stood in the doorway. Her hair was wet. She was wearing the blue dress. The one I bought her in Paris. Three years ago. Or was it five? Time is slippery here. In the Bureau, time is a...

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