The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The clock strikes four. It does not chime. It thuds. A heavy, mechanical blow against the silence of the cell. You sit on the cot. The metal is cold. It bites through your trousers. You do not move. You have been sitting here for six days. Or perhaps seven. Time has lost its shape. It pools around you like stagnant water. Your right hand rests on your lap. You look at it. The knuckles are...

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