The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The tooth hurt. It was a single molar, lower left, third from the back. It throbbed in time with my pulse. I sat in the high-backed chair in my study. The room smelled of old paper and dried lavender. Outside, the rain tapped against the glass. A steady, rhythmic sound. I held a small mirror in my left hand. I looked at the mirror. I did not look at the tooth. I looked at the reflection of my...

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