The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The axe bites the oak with a sound like a bone snapping. You are standing in the center of the Hall of Records, the air thick with the scent of rot and old ink. Your hands are slick with sap. The wood splinters. It does not yield. It shatters. A piece of the great root, the one that runs beneath the floorboards and into the foundation of the State, flies across the room and strikes the face of...

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