The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the streets of Oakhaven into mirrors of slate and shadow. Inside the grand, decaying manor of the Whitmore estate, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool, old paper, and the metallic tang of fear. It was the annual Review, a ceremony that had outlived its purpose but not its cruelty. Captain Elias Whitmore...

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