The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The train does not carry you to a destination so much as it deposits you into a different frequency of being, and you find yourself standing in the sterile, fluorescent purgatory of the Departmental Audit Hall, a space that smells of ozone and old dust, where the air is so thick with bureaucratic silence that it feels less like atmosphere and more like a physical weight pressing against your...

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