The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The train to the northern provinces was a thing of iron and steam, a groaning beast that carried the weight of the empire’s decay in its rusted flanks, and Margaret Holloway stood in the dim corridor, watching the gray fields blur past the glass, feeling the vibration of the tracks in the soles of her worn shoes. She was a woman of forty, her face a map of quiet endurance, her eyes holding the...

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