The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

You hold the letter. It is old. The ink has faded to a bruise. You do not read it. You know what it says. Everyone knows. The city is grey. The rain falls in sheets. It smells of wet ash and rust. You are a seer. Or you were. The title is gone. The power is thin. It leaks out of you like breath. You are cold. Your wife, Elena, is in the next room. She is packing. She moves with a quiet...

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