The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The office smelled of wet wool and old paper. Rain lashed the high windows, turning the city outside into a smear of gray and black. I sat at my desk, the wood cold under my palms. On the desk lay a single object. It was a root. Not a vegetable root, like a carrot or a turnip, but a woody thing. Dark. Knotted. It pulsed. I knew this because I watched it. It throbbed like a bruise. My name is...

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