The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The departure was not a leaving, but a dissolving, as if the man named Julian Thorne had been made of wet clay and the wind of the outer world had finally hardened his shape into something that no longer fit the mold of the earth he had left behind. He stood at the edge of the Threshold, a place where the cobblestones of the old market square melted into a mist that tasted of iron and ozone,...

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