The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The train hissed its final, steam-choked breath against the iron lattice of the platform, a sound that Elias Vane recognized not as departure but as the severing of a limb, and he stood there, his uniform immaculate and stiff with the rigidity of a man who had not slept in three days, watching the rear carriage pull away into the gray, industrial mist that hung over the city of St. Jude’s like...

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