The Faded Root
The silence in the cellar was not merely an absence of sound, but a physical weight, a thick, velvet hand pressed firmly over the mouth of the world, demanding that Elias Thorne, the last of the Archive Keepers, remain still, remain quiet, and remain bound to the floorboards by the sheer, unyielding gravity of his own history. He sat with his back against the cold, damp stone, the air around...
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