The Faded Root
The bone in Elias Thorne’s left index finger had been aching for three weeks, a dull, rhythmic throb that seemed to synchronize with the hum of the fluorescent lights above the sorting tables. It was a pain that had no name, a physical reminder of a loss he could not quite recall. Elias sat in the corner of the Archive of Lost Correspondence, a vast, windowless chamber deep within the basement...
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