The Faded Root
The mud was black and thick, sucking at my boots with a wet, hungry sound. I wrote this down as the shelling began, my hand steady despite the tremors that had plagued me since Dunkirk. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a correspondent for the *London Gazette*, embedded with the 9th Division. I am here to verify the location of the Faded Root, a mythical artifact whispered about in the officers’...
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