The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The bell tolled nine times. It was a heavy, bronze sound that tasted of iron in my mouth. I woke with the taste still there, sharp and metallic. The air in the dormitory was thick, stagnant, smelling of damp wool and old sweat. I did not look around. I knew the shape of the room. I knew the cold stone floor pressing against my cheek. I knew the single window, barred with iron, letting in a...

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