The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The key was rusted, a dull orange flake of iron that felt heavier in Elias’s palm than it had any right to, and he held it out toward the receptionist as if offering up a relic rather than a piece of scrap metal, while the woman behind the glass counter looked at him with the specific, bored pity reserved for men who had wandered too far into the bureaucratic periphery. "Sir, you need to submit...

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