The Faded Root
The silence in the manor was not empty; it was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against Aldous Vane’s eardrums. He stood in the center of the Great Hall, the stone floor cold beneath his bare feet. The torches in the iron sconces sputtered, casting long, jagged shadows that danced like restless spirits. Aldous was a warrior, or had been, before the war that had ended and the peace that had...
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