The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The banquet hall of the Aethelgard did not smell of roasted swan or spiced wine, as the chronicles of the mortal world would have you believe, but of rotting lilies and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that clung to the velvet drapes like a jealous lover who refuses to be cast out. I sat at the high table, my fingers trembling as I traced the intricate, faded carving of a root system...

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