The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The ledger counted three hundred and twelve years of service, a number that weighed more than the iron desk beneath Elias’s hands. He was twelve, though he looked older, his face thin and drawn in the way of those who spend their days hunched over vellum. The air in the Bureau of Eternal Records tasted of dust and dried blood, a dry, gritty film that coated the back of his throat. He wanted...

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