The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain in the valley of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it suspended, a fine, gray mist that clung to the wool of coats and the fur of horses, turning the world into a watercolor that refused to dry. Elias Thorne, a man whose hands were permanently stained with the tannins of oak bark and whose spine had long since surrendered to the curvature of the workbench, walked the muddy track leading...

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