The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a grey and heavy curtain that blurred the edges of the village of Oakhaven, turning the cobblestones into slick mirrors of the overcast sky. Inside the stone cottage, which had once belonged to the miller but now served as the outpost for the Royal Constabulary, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper. Elias Thorne sat at the...

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