The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The axe bites deep. You feel the splinters kick up against your shins. Dust rises in a fine, gray cloud. It smells of pine and old sweat. You swing again. The wood splits. The man in the red coat watches from the porch. His name is Silas. He is not your friend. He is not your enemy. He is the law. Or what the town calls law. "Stop," he says. His voice is thin. It cuts through the air like a...

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