The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The train does not stop, it merely pauses, a mechanical breath held too long before the next exhalation into the dark, and you stand in the vestibule where the air is thick with the scent of ozone and wet wool, watching the windows blur into a smear of grey that offers no reflection of your own face, only a ghostly suggestion of someone who has forgotten how to be human, while the man across...

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