The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The ink on the page was wet. I touched it, and a dark bead swelled, heavy and cold, before dripping onto my sleeve. "You’re late, Elias," Director Halloway said, not looking up from his ledger. His voice was dry, like the sound of paper tearing. "And you’re bleeding on the file." I pulled my hand back. The stain on my cuff was black, not red. "Clara’s in the east wing," I said. "She’s not mad....

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