The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The knife was cold. It sat in Elias’s palm, a slab of obsidian smooth as a river stone, heavy with a dullness that seemed to pull the warmth from his skin. "You understand the terms, Dr. Thorne?" Magistrate Vane stood by the window, his back to the room. The fog outside pressed against the glass like a living thing, thick and gray. "We do not pay for sentiment. We pay for silence." Elias turned...

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