The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The train stopped. Not with a groan. Not with a hiss. It just ceased. We were in the black. The countryside was a void. The sky was a void. Only the tracks remained. They cut through the dark like veins. Pale. Thin. Bleeding iron. I looked at my hand. It was gone. Not cut. Not crushed. Just... absent. Where my left palm should have been, there was only air. A cold, empty space. I flexed the...

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