The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The mist in Oakhaven does not rise; it waits, thick and cold as milk poured over a stone floor, swallowing the cobblestones of the High Street before the sun has even thought to break the horizon. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a constable with twenty years of service etched into the knuckles of your left hand, and you are holding a root. It is not a vegetable, nor a piece of...

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