The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The mist hangs low over the city of Orenthal. It is thick. It tastes of iron and old stone. You walk through it. Your boots crunch on the wet slate. The fog swallows the streetlamps one by one. You are looking for the Root. You have been looking for three days. The Council of Elders gave you the task. They sat in their high chairs of black wood. Their faces were pale. They did not look at you....

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