The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The feast was not a celebration of harvest, as the bards in the village below the keep would have you believe, nor was it a mourning for the dead, though the air smelled of wet wool and old blood, but rather a sustained, rhythmic chewing of the void, a mastication of silence that echoed off the stone walls of the Great Hall until the very marrow of the bones began to vibrate in sympathy with...

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