The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain hits the window of the briefing room with a sound like static, a relentless white noise that erodes the edges of your thoughts before you can even begin to form them. You are sitting in the chair that is not quite meant for you, the plastic creaking under the weight of your uniform, a uniform that feels less like armor and more like a shroud stitched from gray wool and damp regret....

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