The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The cart rattles. Dust coats your tongue. You are a clerk. Your hands are stained with ink and ash. The King’s palace looms. It is a machine of stone. You carry a crate. Inside is the root. It pulses. A low hum. You are afraid. The guards stare. They see a man. They do not see the hunger. You are hungry. You have been hungry for years. The root is food. It is also a drug. It makes the bones...

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