The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The jar sits on the table. It is blue. It is full. You know what is inside. You have known since the moment the air turned thick and tasted of copper and old rain. You are a Sergeant. You know protocol. You know containment. You do not know why you are shaking. The room is not a room. The walls breathe. They expand and contract with a slow, wet rhythm. The light is not light. It is a pale,...

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