The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The dust in the Harrow Street basement tasted of copper and old wet wool. I was running my thumb along the baseboard, checking for soft spots, when the floor gave a low, rhythmic thud. Not a settling. A pulse. I looked down. The concrete was cracked, and beneath the fissure, something dark and fibrous was moving. It looked like a root, but it had the sheen of wet muscle. I wiped my hand on my...

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