The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The quill dipped in ink, heavy as a wet stone in Thomas Bradshaw’s grip, trembled against the parchment as he tried to steady his hand for the final column of the Duke’s tax ledger, the smell of damp mildew and old blood rising from the floorboards beneath his chair. He was thirty years old, a clerk of the Vane court, and his primary objective was to finish this ledger by Friday so that his...

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