The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The fog in the Valley of St. Jude did not rise. It hung, a thick, gray wool that strangled the world in silence. Caelen stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sunk into the wet earth, watching the mist consume the distant spires of the Citadel. He had been a Warden for forty years. Forty years of keeping the peace in a land that had forgotten what peace meant. The air tasted of iron and old...

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