The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain fell on the city of Ashford, a grey curtain that blurred the gas lamps and the cobblestones. Elias Thorne walked fast. His coat was wet. The water seeped into his bones. He was looking for a name. He had lost the name. It was on the tip of his tongue, a ghost of a word, slippery and cold. He had been a detective for thirty years. He knew how to find things. He knew how to find men. He...

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