The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Elias Thorne, they called it out across the yard, a name that carried the weight of wet iron and old debt. It was spoken by the village elder, a man whose face was a map of wrinkles carved by wind and suspicion, standing at the gate while the autumn wind stripped the last yellow leaves from the apple trees. I stood there, holding the edge of the wooden door, feeling the grain bite into my palm,...

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