The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Marcus. The name hit me like a slap in the center of the station’s sterile air. I turned, my boots scraping against the linoleum, but the officer who had called out had already turned his back, filing a form into the metal tray on his desk. The room smelled of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, a scent that had seeped into the fibers of my uniform over twenty years. I stood there, forty-two...

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