The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain on the roof of the station was not a sound but a pressure, a heavy, wet thumb pressing against the glass of your skull as you stood with your father, Thomas Bradshaw, waiting for the 4:15 to Edinburgh. You had been in the carriage for three hours, yet you still felt the ghost of the city’s soot in your teeth, a gritty taste that no amount of water could wash away. Thomas stood beside...

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