The Faded Root
The fire started in the basement of the Ashworth textile mill on a Tuesday morning, and by the time the smell of burning wool reached the street, the sky above the city of Oakhaven was already turning the color of a bruise, a deep and swollen purple that seemed to press down on the chimneys and the water towers and the low-slung row houses where Arthur Penhaligon kept his office and his...
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