The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The bone in Elias’s hand was not a tool, but a memory. It was the radius of his left arm, severed three days ago by the grinding gears of the textile mill in Sheffield, yet it did not lie there as a stump. It hung in the air, translucent and vibrating, a ghostly limb that reached out to grip the hilt of a sword that no one else could see. He stood in the middle of the churning mist, the...

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