The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Thorne, stop. The voice was Silas’s, low and ragged, cutting through the rhythmic thump of the mortar and pestle that Elias had been grinding for three hours straight. The apothecary did not look up. His hands moved with a mechanical precision that bordered on the hypnotic, crushing the black fungal mass into a paste that smelled of wet earth and old copper. The Municipal Health Board’s notice...

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