The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The tea was gone. I sat in the kitchen. The room smelled of wet wool and copper. I held the cup. It was empty. "You missed it," I said to the air. No one answered. The clock on the wall ticked. Tick. Tick. Tick. It was a mechanical sound. Hard. Cold. I looked at the floor. There was a stain. Brown. Spreading. It looked like a map. A map of nowhere. I am a man who measures things. I measure...

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