The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

"Cut it out." The voice is not yours. It belongs to the man in the grey uniform. He stands in the doorway. His face is a mask of stone. Behind him, the corridor stretches into a fog that smells of rust and wet wool. "Cut it out," you say. Your voice cracks. You spit on the floor. The liquid hits the metal grating with a soft hiss. It does not spread. It sits there, trembling. "Who are you?" the...

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