The Faded Root
The cart groaned under the weight of silence. It moved slowly through the gray mist that clung to the cobblestones of the lower city. Inside, huddled against the cold iron ribs of the carriage, sat Elara. She was not human, not in the way the men in the high tower understood the word. She was a creature of the old roots, a spirit woven from damp earth and forgotten names, bound now to a form...
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