The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The dream was always the same, a viscous black vein of earth pulsing beneath the sterile white tiles of the clinic, and Elias Vance woke with the taste of iron and wet clay in his mouth, his twelve-year-old hands trembling as he clutched the thin wool blanket. He was not merely tired; he was terrified by the quiet, rhythmic wheezing of his sister, Clara, in the adjacent bed, a sound that had...

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