The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The ink on the page smelled of wet earth and old blood, a scent that clung to the back of Elian’s throat as he traced the jagged, fibrous lines of the Root Codex. He was twelve years old, small for his age, with hands that shook not from fear but from the sheer, electric weight of the truth he was stealing. The archive of the Kingdom of Ostrava was a place of damp silence, where the stone walls...

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