The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted. It hammered against the high, narrow windows of the archive, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that sounded like the fingers of a thousand ghosts tapping on glass. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his back to the door, his hands trembling slightly as he held the ledger open. The air was thick with the scent of decaying paper and old dust,...

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