The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Thorne, you’re late again. The voice belonged to Mara, and it cut through the sterile silence of the archive room with the sharpness of a paper knife. Elias stood by the filing cabinet, his hands resting on the cool, brushed steel, feeling the vibration of the air conditioning hum through his knuckles. He was fifty-four, retired, and currently unemployed, but in this room, time seemed to have...

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