The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The banquet hall smells of burnt sugar and ozone. You are standing at the head of the table, but you are not the host. You are the guest who cannot leave. The room is vast, a cathedral of glass and steel in the center of the city, where the rain smears the windows into gray bruises. Everyone is wearing masks made of porcelain, their faces smooth and featureless except for the small, dark holes...

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