The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The train hisses against the tracks like a dying animal, a long, drawn-out exhalation of steam that fills the carriage with a taste of wet ash and rust. You are standing by the window, your hand pressed against the cold glass, watching the English countryside blur into a streak of gray mud and skeletal oaks. The year is 1893, or perhaps 1894; the dates on the ledger in your pocket have smudged,...

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