The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The carriage wheels struck a loose cobblestone, sending a shudder through the chassis that Arthur Penhaligon felt not in his spine, but in the marrow of his memory. He sat in the back, his hands resting on the leather straps of the medical satchel that lay open on his lap, spilling its contents into the dim, amber light of the cabin. Inside, the instruments were cold and precise: a stethoscope...

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