The Faded Root
The gate closed. Iron teeth clicking shut. Darkness swallowed the stone corridor. He stood alone. The air was cold. It bit. It froze the breath in his lungs. He did not shiver. Shivering was for the weak. He was not weak. He was a sinner. Sins had weight. The weight was his armor. He walked. The path was narrow. Stones under his boots. They were smooth. Worn by feet like his. Feet that had...
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