The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The train did not arrive at the station, but rather unspooled itself from the fog, a long, iron serpent shedding scales of soot and steam as it crawled through the labyrinthine architecture of the place we called the Engine, a vast, subterranean cathedral of brass and bone where the air tasted of copper pennies and old blood. I had been walking for what felt like centuries, though time in the...

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