The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The bell tolled not for the hour, but for the end of the lease. It was a low, resonant sound, thick with the dust of centuries, that vibrated in the hollows of Eamon’s chest. He stood at the threshold of the stone cottage, his hand resting on the rough-hewn oak door. The air smelled of wet wool and impending rain. Outside, the village of Kells stretched out in a gray quilt of slate and shadow....

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