The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The banquet hall smelled of burnt wax and old money, a thick, cloying perfume that seemed to settle into the pores of the wallpaper and the lungs of the guests alike. I sat at the far end of the mahogany table, my fingers wrapped around a crystal goblet that trembled slightly in my grip, not from the cold, which was nonexistent in this overheated Victorian manor, but from a vibration that...

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