The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The name was called out by the clerk, a dry, papery sound that seemed to scrape against the damp stones of the court, and Eamon turned his head to find the gaze of the King’s scribe fixed on the grey necrosis creeping up his forearm. It was a small thing, a patch of skin that had turned the color of old ash, but in the bright, harsh light of the midday sun, it looked like a bruise that had been...

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