The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The train did not stop when it reached the end of the track. It simply continued, pulling me away from the platform, away from the mud, and away from the body of my brother. I was left standing in the rain, holding a brass key that had grown cold in my palm. The key was small, no larger than a thumbnail, but it felt heavy, as if it contained the weight of every silence I had ever kept. I am...

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