The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The iron gate groaned as I pushed it open, a sound like a dying man’s last breath. I was late, and I knew it. The mist had settled thick over the moors, turning the world into a watercolor of gray and bruised purple. I carried the ledger in my coat pocket, its weight a familiar anchor against my hip. My name is Elias Thorne, and for twenty years, I have been the keeper of the boundary. Not a...

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