The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The road to the village of Oakhaven was not a path of stone or dirt, but a ribbon of wet moss that clung to the earth like a bruise, slick and yielding under the weight of my boots. I had walked for three days, my satchel heavy with the tools of my trade: the silver chisel, the bone needle, the vial of distilled moonlight, and the journal that recorded the names of those who had been lost. I am...

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