The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The ceiling of the Grand Hall in Blackwood was not a ceiling at all, but a fractured sky, a mosaic of stained glass shards that hung suspended in the violet air by threads of invisible light, each piece humming with a frequency that vibrated in the marrow of my bones. I stood before the central pillar, a column of obsidian that pulsed with the rhythmic, slow heartbeat of the machine beneath us,...

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