The Faded Root
The fracture line in my left index finger had been visible for three days, a jagged white scar against the tan of my skin that pulsed with a faint, bioluminescent hum whenever the ambient temperature in the Bureau dropped below sixty degrees. I ran my thumb over the crack, feeling the cold air seep into the micro-fissures of my epidermis, and I thought about how strange it was that the thing I...
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