The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The feast hall of the Duchy of Vane smelled of roasted boar and stale ambition. You stood in the shadows of the archway, your hands clasped tightly behind your back, watching the High Inquisitor, Lord Malachai, preside over the table. He was a man of sharp angles and softer eyes, a predator who had learned to smile. You were Elara, thirty-two, the court apothecary, and you had come here with a...

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