The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The hall was thick with smoke and the scent of roasted pig. Candlelight flickered. It danced on the walls. It danced on the faces of the guests. They smiled. They drank. They ignored the silence in the center. Aldous stood by the fireplace. He held a glass of sherry. The liquid was amber. It trembled in his hand. He was a scholar. Or so he believed. He had spent forty years in the library. He...

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