The Faded Root
The envelope was heavy, its seal broken and re-waxed with a clumsy, urgent hand that spoke of panic rather than protocol, and you knew before you even opened it that the order within it would change the trajectory of your life from that moment forward. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a constable in the ancient, fog-choked metropolis of Ostrava, and you have spent the last decade...
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