The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain against the windowpane sounded like fingers tapping on glass, a rhythmic, insistent knocking that matched the pulse in Elias Thorne’s temple. He sat at the workbench, the ledger open before him, the numbers blurring into a smear of red ink that looked disturbingly like dried blood. Across from him, Mara wiped a streak of sawdust from her apron, her eyes fixed on the door as if she...

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