The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The gaslight in the Ironclad Mint’s banquet hall hummed with a low, electric vibration that seemed to rattle the teeth in Elias Thorne’s skull, casting long, wavering shadows across the mahogany tables where the directors sat in their stiff collars and silk cravats, laughing over plates of roasted pheasant that had cost more than Thorne made in a month. He stood by the service entrance, his...

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