The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain fell on the cobblestones of the Old Quarter like a million tiny, wet fingers picking at the seams of the world, and I stood beneath the awning of the defunct textile factory, watching the water run off the edge of the roof in a steady, rhythmic hiss that sounded suspiciously like a clock ticking down to zero. My name is Arthur Vane, and for the last three years, I have been the senior...

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