The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The button was gone. I looked down. The left cuff of my grey wool jacket. Smooth. Bare. A small hole where the pearl had been. I reached for my pocket. Empty. I reached for my other pocket. Empty. I stood in the center of the room. The hum of the ventilation system was a low, constant moan. It vibrated in my teeth. I am not human. Or perhaps I am. It is a distinction that has lost its weight...

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