The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Three hundred and twelve hours. That was the count. Elias Vane stood in the mud of the Oakhaven rail yard, his boots sinking into the slurry of coal dust and rain, and he counted the seconds between the grinding of the freight cars. He had been walking for three days. His coat, a heavy wool thing that had once been brown but was now the color of dried blood, hung loose on his frame. In his left...

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