The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The dampness in Oakhaven did not smell like rain; it smelled like rot, a sweet, fungal decay that clung to the stone walls of the Guild Hall and seeped into the pores of everyone who worked there. Elias stood before the desk of Master Thorne, his fingers trembling as he placed the sheaf of parchment on the wood, his tongue aching with the familiar, itchy prickle of the Root. He wanted only to...

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