The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Thorne, you are bleeding on my floor again. The voice did not come from the air, but from the grain of the wood beneath Elias’s palm, a vibration that traveled up his wrist and settled in the hollow of his throat like a stone dropped into a well. He was thirty-two years old, an archivist of the city of Oram, a place where the fog was so thick it felt like breathing wet wool, and he had spent...

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