The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The air in the greenhouse tasted of copper and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat with every labored breath I took in the suffocating, humid dark. I sat hunched over the workbench, my hands trembling so violently that I could no longer hold the scalpel steady against the petri dish, the fine motor control I had spent thirty years cultivating in the sterile labs of the...

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