The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The air tastes of ozone and copper. You are running. Your lungs burn like bellows pumping hot iron. The ground beneath your boots is not soil, but a shifting mosaic of grey tiles that click against the soles with a rhythmic, hollow percussion. To your left, the skyline of the city dissolves into a mist that glows with a faint, sickly violet light. You are not in your warehouse. You are not in...

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