The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The train rattled over the iron bridges, a sound like teeth grinding against stone. Elias Whitmore stood in the vestibule, gripping the cold railing. His uniform was pressed tight, the wool itchy against his neck. He wore no sword, no saber. He carried a leather satchel. Inside, wrapped in oilcloth, was a single oak root. It was pale, twisted, and dry. It had been in his pocket for three days....

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