The Faded Root
The brick was warm, pulsing with a rhythm that matched the thud of Elias Thorne’s own heart, a sensation that had become indistinguishable from his own biology over the last decade. He sat in the corner of the cell, his left shoulder fused into the masonry, his skin merged with the mortar in a grotesque lattice of flesh and stone. Outside, the rain lashed against the single barred window, a...
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