The Faded Root
The bone was cold. I held it tight. My fingers were numb. The rain was heavy. It fell on the mud. It fell on my uniform. It fell on the dead. I am a man of the law. I am a man of order. The order is broken. The bone does not break. It stays whole. It is a key. It is a lock. I do not know which. The station is old. The brick is red. The windows are fogged. Steam rises from the vents. The air...
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