The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey veil that smelled of wet slate and old iron, and Margaret stood at the center of the High Court, her shoes sinking into the mud that had long ago ceased to be earth and become something viscous and hungry. She was not waiting for a verdict; she was waiting for the root to show itself, that pale, gnarled thing that the bards...

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