The Faded Root
Chapter One The strait hummed with the low, grinding friction of hulls against pilings, a sound that settled into the bones of anyone who worked the docks before dawn. Rohani Halim stood at the threshold of the Ministry of Lost Things, his hand gripping the rusted iron handle of a door that should not have existed in this century. He was there for the ring, the gold band his wife had worn until...
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