The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The hum started in my molars before the truck even cleared the checkpoint. It was a low, grinding vibration, like a freight train passing through a tunnel just out of earshot. I pressed my tongue against the back of my teeth, trying to locate the source, but the sensation was everywhere, a constant pressure against the bone. "Thorne." Agent Miller’s voice cut through the cabin, dry and precise....

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