The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Elias. The name was spat from the magistrate’s mouth like a stone, cold and hard, landing in the center of the great hall where the dust motes danced in the shafts of afternoon light. You stood there, forty-two years old, your shoulder blades pressing against the damp chill of the stone wall behind you, clutching the rusted iron key in your left hand until the metal bit into your palm. The key...

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