The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The water was rising past the ankles, cold and smelling of rust and wet plaster, and Elias Thorne was already on his knees, prying the lid off the master regulator case with a screwdriver that had gone soft in his hand. He had woken to the sound of the main bursting, a violent shudder that had rattled the bones in his teeth, and now the shop was a lake. The clock faces, usually a clutter of...

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