The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The iron collar bites. It is heavy. Cold. It smells of rust and old blood. You tighten it. Your fingers are numb. The frost has settled deep into the stone floor of the antechamber. You are a Warden. You serve the Crown. The Crown is a faceless thing. A shadow in the throne room. It does not blink. It does not breathe. It only commands. You look at the prisoner. He is not a man. Not anymore....

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