The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The bell rang at six. It was a sharp, metallic scream that cut through the damp air of the mill. Thomas wiped his hands on his apron. The cloth was black. It had always been black. He looked at his fingers. The nails were short. The skin was thin. He felt a dull ache in his left hand. It was a familiar weight. Like a stone in a pocket. He did not look up. He knew who was coming. Mr. Silas Vane...

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