The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The quill slips, dragging a black tear across the vellum, and the smell of iron fills the air before the sound of the scratching stops. Your hand trembles, a fine, persistent vibration that you have tried to hide for three years by keeping your fingers curled, but the ink is wet and it does not care for your dignity. You are Elias, forty-two, and you are trying to save Lily, though the village...

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