The Faded Root
You chew the gum. It is stale. The flavor is gone. Only the rubber remains. It stretches between your molars like a gray vein. You are in the breakroom. The fluorescent light hums a low, sick note. It buzzes against your temple. You are a detective. Your badge is on the table. It reflects a dead eye. "You're doing it again," says Sarah. She is your partner. She is also a witness. She sits...
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