The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain did not fall. It hung. It suspended the city of Ashford in a grey, liquid stasis. The cobblestones glistened with a wet, heavy shine. The air smelled of coal smoke and wet stone. It smelled of decay. It smelled of time. Silas Vane stood in the rain. He held his umbrella. The umbrella was black. It was old. The handle was worn smooth by his fingers. He looked at the building. The...

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