The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

You wake before the bells of the city have ceased their tolling, your breath hanging in the cold air of the stone chamber like a ghost that refuses to dissipate. The room is vast and oppressive, carved from the living rock of the hillside, and the only light that penetrates the gloom is the sickly, yellow glow of a single tallow candle that sputters against the wind. You are a clerk of the high...

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