The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The clock on the mantelpiece had stopped at three-fourteen, a jagged silence that felt heavier than the ticking, but Arthur Vane knew the time by the angle of the light cutting through the dust in the hallway. He counted the seconds in his head, one for each step of the dog in the yard, two for each creak of the floorboards, until the shadow of Mr. Sterling fell across the rug, long and...

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