The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Elias. The name hung in the cold air of the dormitory, spoken by the matron with the flat, bureaucratic finality of a stamp hitting paper. Elias woke, gasping, the taste of dry dust still coating his tongue. The dream was already dissolving, but the image of the roots remained: thick, pale tendrils wrapping around the spines of books, crushing them into pulp, the library floor heaving like a...

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