The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The bread in the pantry had begun to mold, a soft, velvet rot that spread in spirals of green and black across the crust, a living map of decay that I traced with my finger while I stood in the center of the Hall of Whispers, a place that smelled of old dust, wet stone, and the sharp, metallic tang of iron. I was not supposed to be here, of course; I was merely a clerk, a man of ink and...

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