The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The carriage wheels bit into the gravel with a rhythmic, grinding screech that vibrated up through the soles of my boots, a sound that felt less like travel and more like the slow, agonizing chewing of a beast that had no intention of stopping. I sat rigidly, my spine pressed against the velvet lining of the sedan, feeling the weight of the iron cross pinned to my chest, a cold anchor in a sea...

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