The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, gray smear against the high, barred windows of the Hall, turning the glass into a mirror that showed Elias nothing but his own tired, waxen face. He stood in the center of the Great Hall, a space so vast and cold that the silence inside it felt heavy, like a physical weight pressing down on his shoulders, a silence that had been...

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