The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The bell tolls the hour of the Vespers, and you stand on the cobblestones, your hands empty. You have left the workshop. You have left the tools. You have left the scent of oak shavings and linseed oil that has permeated your skin for thirty years. The city rises around you, a maze of stone and shadow, indifferent to your departure. This is not a defeat. It is a release. You are a master...

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