The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

You stand at the edge of the precipice, not of a cliff, but of the city’s collective memory, where the air is thick with the scent of ozone, wet stone, and the peculiar, cloying perfume of decay that settles into the pores of those who have spent too long listening to the silence of the dead. The year is indeterminate, hovering in the grey mist of the industrial age, where steam hisses from the...

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