The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The fog did not merely settle over the city of Aethelgard; it inhabited it, a thick, grey wool drawn up from the bones of the earth, smelling of wet ash and ancient iron. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of the Obsidian Gate, his fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt of his sword, which was less a weapon and more a jagged shard of crystallized time. He was not a knight in the traditional...

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