The Faded Root

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2026-08-19 23:10:43 -

The Faded Root

The train rattled into the station of Oakhaven, a place that smelled of wet iron and burnt sugar, and I stepped off the platform with the heavy, deliberate gait of a man who has already lost the war before the first shot is fired, dragging behind me a suitcase that contained nothing but a bottle of brandy, a pair of spectacles, and the absolute, unshakeable conviction that I was the only sane...

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