The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

"You see it, don't you?" The voice came from the shadows. Low. Rusted. I did not look up. I kept my eyes on the floorboards. They were old oak. Dark. Wet. "I see the wood," I said. My voice was steady. I forced it to be steady. "I see the grain." "Lies." The man stepped into the light. He was tall. Gaunt. His coat was gray. It looked like dust. It looked like ash. His name was Elias. He had...

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