The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain hit the glass with a rhythm that felt like knocking. Elias pressed his forehead against the cold pane. He was tired. Bone deep. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool and stale coffee. The room was small. A concrete box. A holding cell. Or a safe house. It was hard to tell anymore. The walls wept. Across from him sat a man. He wore a grey suit. The fabric was cheap. It clung to him like a...

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