The Faded Root
The paper in your hand is soft, almost like skin, and it smells of the damp cellar where you have spent the last three decades sorting the dead man’s ledgers. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and you are holding the deed to the remaining gold of the Duchy of Vael, a document that promises to erase the debt that has eaten your family alive since your father’s time. Your hands shake,...
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