The Faded Root
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old university campus into mirrors reflecting a sky so heavy with cloud it seemed to press down upon the spires of the gothic architecture. Professor Elias Thorne moved through the corridors with the careful, deliberate gait of a man whose knees had begun to betray the weight of his years,...
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