The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The letter lay on the mahogany desk, its edges yellowed and soft as old bread, bearing the heavy seal of the Oakhaven Municipal Authority in red wax that had cracked along the fissures of time; Elias Thorne held it in his left hand, the parchment cool and brittle against his palm, while his right hand hovered over the pen, trembling not from fear but from the sudden, crushing weight of the wool...

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