The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

We stood in the vast, echoing atrium of the Whitmore Consolidated Industrial Exchange, a place where the air tasted of stale tobacco and the metallic tang of old money, and I looked down at my hands, which were trembling so violently that the small, intricate porcelain bird I held nearly slipped from my grip, a creature no larger than my thumb, glazed in a pale, ghostly blue that seemed to...

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