The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The apple core sat on the desk, pulsing with a faint, rhythmic heat. It was the third morning it had appeared, identical in its rot, identical in its smell of sweet decay. Elias Thorne, forty-two and tenured, stared at it until his vision blurred. He needed the monograph on medieval alchemy to secure his future, but the future was a debt owed to a man who smelled of wet dog and cheap tobacco....

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