The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones. The sound was wet. It was heavy. I sat in the corner. I held my ledger. The leather was cracked. It smelled of old ink. It smelled of sweat. The window was fogged. The rain outside was a veil. It hid the world. It hid the road. It hid the destination. I was going to the Hall. The Hall of Records. The stone walls. The high ceilings. The dust...

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