The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Thorne. The name hit you like a slap, sharp and cold in the drafty office. You looked up from the blueprints, your eyes burning, the ink blurring into grey smudges. Marcus stood over your desk, arms crossed, his tie loose. He was young, twenty-six, with the kind of smooth face that had not yet learned the weight of failure. "Your calculations," he said, tapping the paper. "They’re wrong." You...

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