The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The train left at dawn. It did not wait for the station master to finish his coffee. Elias stood on the platform, his breath pluming in the cold air, watching the rails disappear into the fog. He carried nothing but a small leather bag and a map that had grown soft at the folds. He was fifty years old. He felt older. He felt like a stone that had been tumbled too long in a river. He had left...

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