The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The dream is always the same: a root, black as dried blood, splitting the earth from within, rotting until the soil itself turns to dust. I wake with my hands clenched, the phantom sensation of wet, decaying wood still clinging to my palms. It is the fourteenth of October, in the year of our Lord 1420, and the air in my cell is thick with the damp smell of the cellar. I am Elias, a healer of...

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