The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain does not fall; it is a siege, a gray and relentless curtain that beats against the stained glass of the manor’s upper windows, blurring the world outside into a smear of wet slate and dying ivy, and you are standing in the center of the Great Hall, your hands clasped behind your back so tightly that the knuckles have gone the color of old bone, watching the water creep up the...

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