The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

In the dream, the cellar was not a place of dirt, but of water. It was a black, viscous ocean that rose to the floorboards, and in the center of that dark expanse stood a single, twisted root. It was not a plant. It was a man. Or perhaps a man had become a plant, so thoroughly that the distinction had ceased to matter. The root pulsed with a slow, arterial rhythm, and it was breathing. It was...

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