The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The mud on the road to the keep is black and slick, tasting of iron and old blood when you press your tongue to the dirt. You are not a man, or at least not in the way the men of the garrison understand it, for you are a shape that the light bends around, a shadow that has learned to walk upright and breathe. You carry the weight of a thousand winters in your spine, and you know that the gate...

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