The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The vial was cold in my palm, a small cylinder of glass that hummed with a frequency I could feel in my teeth, and I held it up to the slanted light of the archive window where the dust motes swirled in a slow, indifferent spiral. The liquid inside was not black, as I had assumed, but a deep, viscous violet that seemed to pull the light into itself and refuse to let it back out. I had woken...

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