The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The mud sucked at my boots, cold and thick as wet wool. I stood in the center of the village square, the rain hammering my face, and screamed at the magistrate. He sat on the raised wooden platform, his face a pale mask of indifference behind his fur-lined hood. "You are accused of poisoning the well," he called out, his voice flat and bored. "Confess, and we will show mercy. Deny, and the fire...

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