The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The cup was heavy, a thick piece of clay that chipped at the rim where Elias Thorne’s thumb pressed against it. He held it in his left hand, the right resting on the table, fingers stained with the dark juice of the grapes. The hall was loud, a roar of voices and clattering metal that bounced off the stone walls. Men in furs and leather drank deep, their faces flushed red in the candlelight....

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