The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The root lay on the steel table, cold and dry as a winter bone. It was not a plant, not in the way that things in the garden outside were plants, but it possessed the gnarled, twisted architecture of one. I held it in my left hand, the skin of my palm pressing against the rough, fibrous texture, feeling the faint, residual hum that seemed to vibrate not in the wood, but in the marrow of my own...

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