The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The iron gate shrieked against the cobblestones, a sound like a dying man clearing his throat, and I knew then that the house had heard me. It always did. The rain in the valley of Ashworth was not water but a fine, gray mist that seeped into the marrow, carrying the weight of centuries. I clutched the bundle to my chest. Inside, wrapped in oilcloth, was the root. It pulsed with a faint,...

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