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He was buried thirty-five feet down, below the subsoil where even insects were rare. She had searched the body carefully, cleaned it, spelled it with wards, sealed it in concrete, but she failed to discover the spore he had placed in his ear.

At this depth, cement didn’t freeze and thaw, but water goes where it likes, dissolving minerals and wearing down stone. It took a few years for the first crack to fissure his cement tomb. White, hairlike shoots meandered towards this chink. Inside, nutrients dwindled, so the Entity grew out, forcing the concrete aside thread by thread, emerging over weeks and months, a mass of tangled root hairs that only knew ‘up.’

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