The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The brass lever was cold, slick with a condensation that felt less like water and more like the sweat of a dying animal, and Elias Thorne held it in his gloved hand with the grim certainty of a man who has already signed his own death warrant. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, in the sprawling, rain-slicked labyrinth of New Orleans’ underbelly, where the air hung heavy with the copper...

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