The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The glass walls of the Ministry of Records hummed with a static that tasted like copper and old dust, a sound Elias Thorne had learned to ignore until it became the only thing he could hear. He sat in his sterile, white-tiled office, the air conditioning cycling with a mechanical breath that felt less like climate control and more like the slow respiration of a dying god, while on his desk lay...

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