The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The sky above the market square of Oakhaven did not merely darken; it peeled away like old paint, revealing a bruised and violet firmament that smelled of ozone and crushed violets. I was standing at my stall, arranging a row of silver buckles with the meticulous care of a surgeon preparing for a complex operation, when the ground beneath my feet began to hum. It was not the vibration of a cart...

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