The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain falls not from the sky but from the ceiling of the world, a perpetual, grey drizzle that soaks into the wool of your tunic and settles into the marrow of your bones. You are standing at the edge of the Blackwater, that ancient, stagnant river that divides the living from the dead, and your hand rests upon the hilt of a sword that feels heavier than iron ever should. Beside you stands...

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