The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The cellar smells of damp earth and old bone. You know this smell. It is the smell of the end. You stand before the great oak table. It is solid. It is dark. It holds the weight of your history. Your hands are trembling. They are not yours. They are the hands of a man who has forgotten how to be a man. You are an apothecary. You are a maker of tinctures and tonics. You are a merchant of small...

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