The Faded Root
The wolf’s teeth sank into your pauldron, the sound like a branch snapping under a heavy boot, and you felt the cold seep through the steel, a chill that had nothing to do with the November air. You kicked out, your knee finding the soft spot beneath its jaw, and the beast recoiled with a shriek that was not a sound but a vibration in the marrow of your bones. You were Elias, forty-two, and the...
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