The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain did not fall; it hovered, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world into a soft, indistinct smear. Inside the bunker, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and stale coffee, a scent that had become so ingrained in the fabric of the room that it seemed to emanate from the concrete itself. Sergeant Major Elias Thorne sat on a folding metal chair, his back...

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