The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The coat was still warm, though the air in the corridor was the color of old iron. It hung on the back of a chair that faced the window, a heavy thing of charcoal wool, its lining a deep, bruised purple that seemed to absorb the grey light filtering through the glass. It did not move. It did not breathe. It simply existed, a perfect, static silhouette against the chaos of the room. Thomas stood...

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