The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, cold mist that clung to the stone walls of the High Citadel, turning the ancient mortar into a slick, weeping skin. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Hall of Echoes, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not tasted blood in forty years, the metal cold against his palm. Beside him stood Julian, his oldest friend, his...

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