The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The sap was already on the floor when I walked in, a thick, viscous black that smelled of iron filings and old pennies. It oozed from the grates in the sub-basement of the federal facility, a place where the walls bled a nutrient-rich sludge that the inmates were required to consume to maintain the structure’s caloric balance. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a corrections officer with twelve...

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