The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The wind tore at the thatch of the hut, a ragged sound that Elias Thorne had long since stopped distinguishing from the wheezing in his sister’s chest. He sat on the cold flagstones, his fingers buried in the dark, damp earth of the floor, listening for the pulse of the moor. It was a slow, arrhythmic thumping, like a heart struggling against stone. Elias was forty-two, but he looked older, his...

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