The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain did not fall so much as it hung. It was a gray, suspended mist that soaked into the stones of the courtyard and the bones of the men standing there. I stood by the wall. My hands were empty. They had been empty for three days. We were guards. Not soldiers. Soldiers fought wars. We held lines. We held the perimeter. We held the thing that was not a thing. The Order had sent us to the...

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