The Faded Root
The parchment lies before you, white and terrifyingly empty, and your hands shake so violently that the quill skitters across the surface like a trapped insect. You are Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old, the Senior Scribe of the High Court of Aethelgard, and you have only three days left before the Rot claims the rest of your motor function. You want to finish the King’s final decree. You want...
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