The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The train smelled of wet wool and old iron, a scent that clung to the fibers of my coat as we rattled through the gray morning into the heart of the city, a place where the sky was a low ceiling of concrete and the air tasted of something metallic and unseen. I sat with my hands folded in my lap, watching the windows blur into streaks of green and brown, and I felt the weight of the badge...

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