The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The jar sits on the desk. It is heavy. The glass is thick. Inside, the root pulses. It is not alive. Or perhaps it is. You do not know. You are the new investigator. You wear the grey suit. The fabric itches. The room smells of dust and old wax. "Is it real?" asks the woman. She stands by the window. Her back is to you. Her name is Margaret Holloway. She is the Director. "Who?" you ask. "The...

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