The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The dream was not a dream but a heavy, rusted door that refused to open, and it stood in the center of the vast, windowless warehouse where Arthur Penhaligon had worked for thirty-two years, a structure of blackened iron and soot-stained brick that seemed less like a building and more like a coffin suspended in the grey, industrial twilight of the city, and as he pressed his forehead against...

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