The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The dream began with the taste of iron. It was a sharp, metallic tang. It coated the tongue. It stuck to the teeth. It tasted old. It tasted of blood. It tasted of rust. Elias woke in the cold. The air was thin. The sky was grey. It hung low over the valley. It pressed down on the hills. It pressed down on the stone. It pressed down on him. He was in the Hall of Echoes. The walls were white....

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