The Faded Root

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2026-08-22 15:43:52 -

The Faded Root

The train ticket was in my left pocket, the one that had started to tear at the seam, and I was counting the seconds until the platform cleared. Silas was still there, standing by the departure board, his hands tucked into the pockets of his wool coat, watching the clock with the same detached intensity he used to watch the fungal hyphae under the microscope. I adjusted the strap of my satchel....

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