The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

"Speak." The voice was not a voice. It was a rustle of dry leaves in a windless room. It came from the corner where the shadows pooled thickest, behind the arched alcove of the stone chapel. Elara did not turn. She stood before the altar, her hands resting on the cold, uneven surface of the carved stone. The candlelight flickered, casting long, trembling shadows that danced against the vaulted...

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