The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

You hold the bone. It is not a bone, not really. It is a fragment of the King’s spine, chipped and white as chalk. You have held it for three days. Your fingers are stained with the dust of the archives. You are the Inquisitor. Or you think you are. The title feels loose on you, like a coat that does not fit. You wear it to keep the cold out. But the cold is inside. The cold is in the marrow of...

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