The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

You wake with the taste of iron on your tongue. It is thick. It is red. You do not wipe it away. You let it pool in the corners of your mouth. You are in the Hall of Echoes. The floor is marble. It is cold against your knees. You are seven. You are small. The air smells of lavender and rot. Lord Malachi stands before you. He is tall. He is grey. His coat is black silk. It swallows the light. He...

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