The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The banquet hall of the University of St. Jude’s smelled of roasted pheasant and stale tobacco, a cloying mixture that settled in the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood by the window, watching the rain streak the glass. Inside, Lord Blackwood held court, his voice carrying easily over the clatter of silverware, discussing the expansion of the Blackwood Coal Company with a confidence that...

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