The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain had stopped, but the air still tasted of wet chalk and old dust. I stood at the window of my office on the fourth floor, watching the gray light bleed into the courtyard below. It was a place of silence, this Archive. A cathedral of paper where time did not flow so much as sediment, layer upon layer, burying the living under the weight of the dead. My name is Elias Thorne, and I have...

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