The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The jar sat on the mahogany desk, its glass belly bulging with a sludge of grey, viscous matter that smelled faintly of copper and wet earth. You did not look at it. You knew what was inside. You knew because you had spent the last three days fasting, letting your own blood thin and your spirit grow brittle, waiting for the extraction to complete. The air in the Ministry of Internal Harmonic...

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