The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The chisel was wrong, Elias said, his voice scraping against the damp air of the workshop like a rusty hinge. It was not the tool that was at fault, Silas replied, but the wood, which had begun to weep a black, viscous sap that smelled of rotting meat, a stench that clung to the back of the throat and refused to be scrubbed away with lye or water. Elias was forty-two years old, a root-carver of...

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