The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the stone walls of the keep into slick, breathing things. I sat in the corner of the commandant’s study, my hands folded in my lap, watching the water bead and run down the windowpane. It was a small room, suffocating in its density, smelling of damp wool, old paper, and the metallic tang of fear. I was a soldier,...

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