The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The gate was open. It had been open for three days, or perhaps three years. Time in the village of Oakhaven did not move in lines; it pooled in the gutters and stuck to the cobblestones like wet moss. You stood before the ironwork, your hands raw from the clay you had been digging. The soil was red here, thick and heavy, smelling of old blood and iron. You were not supposed to be there. The...

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