The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain fell in sheets of grey sludge, slicking the asphalt of the parking lot until the world became a blurred smear of neon and wet concrete. I stood under the awning of the abandoned textile factory, my hands shaking, clutching the leather satchel against my chest. It was heavy. Not with papers, or cash, but with the weight of a sentence I had already served and was now being asked to...

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