The Faded Root

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2026-08-20 07:23:14 -

The Faded Root

The porcelain shard sat on the edge of my desk, a jagged white tooth biting into the synthetic wood, catching the sterile hum of the fluorescent lights that buzzed above the open-plan office. It was a piece of the mug I had dropped that morning, a simple ceramic cylinder that had held my coffee, my heat, my small, manageable center. I had not swept it up. I had not called the facilities...

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