The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

I remember the weight of the silence more than the cold. It was Sunday, the day the border seals, and I stood in the workshop loft above the hydroponics bay, the air heavy with wet earth and failing power. Lamyai Phromma, my name, was stamped in faded ink on the repair quota sheet, a list of debts I could not pay. I held the cracked jade amulet against my chest, its surface fused to my skin,...

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