The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The house breathed. It was a slow, tidal respiration, drawn through the cracks in the floorboards and expelled from the chimney. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the drawing room, holding a brass lantern. The light was weak. It did not reach the corners. He was a small man. He had been small for a long time. He wore a coat that had been fashionable two decades prior. The buttons were...

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