The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The air in the forty-second floor conference room is recycled and smells faintly of ozone and stale coffee, a sterile atmosphere that seems to press against your eardrums as you sit at the head of the long mahogany table, your left knee throbbing with a rhythmic, phantom pain that no MRI has ever been able to explain. You are Elias, forty-two, a mid-level actuary whose entire identity has been...

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