The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The wool was damp. That was the first thing Elias noted. Not the smell of the cellar, nor the damp rot of the stone floor, but the specific, clinging moisture of the black coat he wore. It was a heavy thing. A garment of deep, absorbing black. It had no lining. It did not warm him. It only held the cold against his skin. Elias stood before the mirror in the back of the shop. The glass was old,...

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