The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The chisel bit into the marble, and the sound was wrong. It was not the clean, sharp strike of steel on stone but a wet, grinding crunch, like breaking a dry rib. Elias Thorne pulled his hand back. The tip of the chisel was black. Not dust. Not shadow. A deep, necrotic black that seeped into the white granite of the Mayor’s commission. He looked at his own hand. The skin around his knuckles was...

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