The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The tower is not a tower. It is a throat. You stand in the atrium. The air tastes of ozone and old paper. Dust motes dance in the shafts of light that pierce the high, stained-glass windows. You are the Curator. Or so you believe. You have been the Curator for forty years. You know the groan of the foundation stones. You know the specific humidity of the third floor. You know the name of every...

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