The Faded Root
Chapter One Milan Ruzicka’s hands shook as he uncapped the vial, the brass surveyor’s compass in his pocket digging into his hip. The liquid inside was dark, thick as tar, and it smelled of wet iron. He poured a measured drop onto Elena’s lips, her face pale and waxen under the harsh gaslight of the infirmary. The census forms on the desk next to her bed were stamped Contaminated, a red blotch...
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