The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain against the windowpane of the Ministry of Internal Security sounded like a thousand small, frantic fingers trying to break in, a relentless tapping that matched the drumming in my temples. I sat in the corner of Director Halloway’s office, a space so sterile it felt less like a room and more like a vacuum sealed around my lungs, my fingers wrapped tightly around the ceramic mug he had...

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