The Faded Root
The train slowed as it crossed the bridge. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass. The city blurred into streaks of grey and rust. I was looking for a building that did not exist. Or perhaps one that existed only in the negative space between other structures. The assignment was simple. Find the anomaly. Report it. Leave. I had done this before. I always left. This time was different. The...
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