The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The seal was made of wax, deep crimson, and it bore the impression of a broken chain. You held it in your left hand, the one that trembled least, and felt the heat of the office radiator seeping through the fabric of your sleeve. It was a cold morning in the Ministry of Archives, a place where the dust motes danced in the shafts of pale sunlight like trapped souls. You had come to return the...

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