The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The coffee was bad, that was the first thing I noticed, a burnt, acrid sludge that tasted of burnt hair and broken promises. I sat in the corner of the sterile, white-tiled break room of the Federal Bureau of Investigation field office in Washington, D.C., watching the steam rise from the mug in a thin, wavering column. My hands were steady. That was the problem. After three years of wearing...

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