The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The ledger lay open in my hands, the leather cover cracked and stiff with the damp of the square. I held it against my chest, feeling the cold seep through the wool of my coat, while the axe-men sharpened their blades on the cobblestones. The sound was a rhythmic rasp, a sound that had become the background music of my life for the last three weeks. It was November, 1912, and the air in...

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