The Faded Root
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the sharp edges of the city into a watercolor smear of stone and shadow, and I stood on the platform of the Central Station, watching the departure board flicker with its cold, indifferent light, knowing that I was about to leave the only thing that had ever truly held me, which was the memory of a man who no...
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