The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The dampness in the basement of the Palace of Records did not smell of mold, but of dried blood and old ink, a scent that Elias Thorne had inhaled so deeply over the last forty years that it had become the very air of his lungs, the medium through which his thoughts traveled, and the substance that held his soul in place against the crushing weight of the archive’s silence. He sat alone in the...

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