The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The dream was not of sleep, but of architecture. I stood in the center of a vast, circular atrium, the floor composed of polished obsidian that reflected not my face, but the sky above, a bruised and endless purple. The walls were made of glass, transparent and fragile, looking out onto a city that did not exist, a place where the buildings grew like tumors from the earth, twisting upward in...

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