The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hovered, a persistent grey mist that clung to the wool of coats and the iron of fences, turning the world into a watercolor left out in the damp. Elias Thorne sat in the back of his unmarked sedan, the engine ticking as it cooled, watching the facade of the Whitmore estate through the fog. He was a man who dealt in the architecture of the invisible, a...

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