The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The ink did not bleed from the stone so much as it exuded from the mortar, a viscous, jet-black fluid that smelled of iron and old rot, pooling in the cracks of the dungeon floor with the slow, deliberate patience of a tide that had forgotten the moon. Sir Eamon wiped his thumb across the wet substance, the friction heating his skin, and watched the dark smear spread into a shape that was not...

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