The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The train rattles over the iron tracks, a metallic groan that matches the ache in your jaw. You sit by the window, watching the gray fields of the Midwest scroll by in a blur of dead grass and rusted silos. It is November. The air outside is thin and cold. Inside the car, the heat is stale, smelling of wet wool and old coffee. You are wearing a suit that fits you too well, the fabric stiff with...

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