The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and wet wool. It was a smell that clung to the nose, a physical weight that pressed against the back of the throat. Captain Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands resting flat on the wood, fingers splayed wide as if trying to anchor himself to the earth. The room was crowded. Officers, their families, and a select few civilians...

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