The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The chisel was cold in your hand, a slab of grey steel that felt less like a tool and more like a tooth pulled from a jaw long dead. You held it up to the dim light of the workshop, watching the dust motes dance in the single beam that cut through the high window. The stone before you was not merely cracked; it was screaming, a low, subsonic hum that vibrated in the marrow of your shin bones....

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