The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The silk was the color of dried blood. It had been my grandmother’s. She wore it only for the winter solstice, a time when the light in the house failed and the shadows lengthened until they touched the ceiling beams. I was a tailor, a man of inches and thread, of precise cuts and hidden seams. I served the Duke. Not by choice, but by a debt so old it had calcified into my bones. The Duke did...

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