The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The vial was cold in my palm, a sliver of glass no longer than my thumb, holding a single, dried root that looked less like a plant and more like a splinter from a broken chair leg. I held it up to the candlelight in the cellar, the wax dripping in a slow, amber rhythm that marked the seconds of my failure. Above me, the floorboards creaked under the weight of the High Priest’s auditor, a man...

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