The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The ink bled into the grain of the mahogany desk, a slow, dark hemorrhage that mirrored the rot I had always suspected lay beneath the polished surface of my life. I sat in the quiet of the railway car, the wheels chugging a rhythmic, mechanical lullaby that seemed to vibrate in my very bones, a reminder that the world was still moving forward while I remained tethered to a specific, fatal...

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