The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

I was driving the iron wedge into the black root when the snow started to fall, heavy and wet, sticking to my eyelashes like grit. The tree was an oak, ancient and gnarled, standing alone on the bank of the River Oakhaven, its bark slick with moss that looked like dried blood. I had to be quick. The wood was hard, harder than iron, and it resisted the wedge with a sound like a bone snapping. I...

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