The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the bruised purple sky, a thick, suffocating mist that clung to the shoulders of Sergeant Elias Thorne as he stood at the edge of the crumbling limestone pier, watching the fog roll in off the Atlantic with the slow, deliberate patience of a grave digger. He had come here to bury a mistake, or so he told himself in the quiet, rhythmic drumming...

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