The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The house did not burn, not exactly. It bloomed. The morning the walls began to bleed indigo dye, Elias Thorne was kneeling in the cellar, his back aching with the specific, grinding pain of a man who has spent forty years hunched over a cutting table. He was not a merchant of grand ambition. He was a mender. A restorer. For decades, he had repaired the tears in the coats of the wealthy...

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