The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey veil that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a mirror of my own trembling reflection. I walked with the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots that had known nothing but the smell of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of shears, my hands still stained with the indigo dye that had soaked into the whorls of my fingerprints over thirty...

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