The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The black fluid wept from the plaster walls of the municipal water bureau, a slow, viscous oozing that smelled of rust and old pennies, pooling in the corners of the basement where the filtration units hummed their low, industrial lullaby. Elias Vane, twelve years old and already possessing the stoic, hollow-eyed look of a man who had seen too much of the city’s machinery, stood before the main...

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