The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The banquet hall of St. Jude’s Psychiatric Institute for the Chronic was a cathedral of silence, vast and cold under the fluorescent hum. The air smelled of boiled wool and antiseptic, a scent that had long since replaced the smell of rain. In the center of the room, beneath a chandelier that had not been cleaned in decades, sat Elias Thorne. He was a man carved from stone and regret, his face...

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