The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain had been falling for three days, a grey, persistent shroud that turned the cobblestones of the abbey courtyard into a slick, black mirror. Elias Thorne walked the perimeter of the cloister, his leather satchel heavy against his hip, the strap biting into his shoulder with the weight of years he could no longer carry. He was not a man of the cloth, though he wore the rough, undyed wool...

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