The Faded Root
The train groaned through the night, a metallic beast of soot and steam that carried us from the industrial sprawls of the north into the hallowed, marble-lined corridors of the capital, and I sat in my corner of the carriage, watching the rhythm of the wheels blur into a hypnotic thrum that seemed to synchronize with the deep, aching pulse of my own heart. My left hand, the one that had once...
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