The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The explosion did not shake the building; it unmade the geometry of the room. One moment I was standing before the high mahogany desk of Director Halloway, the brass astrolabe on its surface catching the grey light of the London morning, and the next, the air was a thick, viscous soup of dust and shattered glass. My ears rang with a frequency that had no sound, a high-pitched whine that seemed...

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