The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, wet curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old town into a mirror of broken reflections, and Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the square with his hands trembling at his sides, feeling the dampness seep through the wool of his tunic until it felt less like a garment and more like a second skin, cold and clinging to his...

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