The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

You are the clerk. You count the grain. You weigh the salt. The scales are rusted, but the brass is bright. You wipe your hands on your apron. The dust is in your lungs. It tastes like iron. The castle is old. The stones are cold. You live in the undercroft. You sleep on a straw mat. The air is thick with the smell of damp wool and old fear. You have been here for ten years. You do not remember...

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