The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The glass breaks. Not shatters. Breaks. Cleanly. You feel it before you see it. A vibration in the jaw. A hum in the teeth. The monocle on your face does not fall. It cracks. A hairline fracture. A spiderweb of white against the blue tint of the lens. You are in the Hall of Records. The air is stale. It smells of dust and dry rot. And something metallic. Blood? No. Ozone. The smell of a storm...

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