The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The letter from King Alistair weighed exactly three ounces in my hand, a heavy, official thing that cost the Crown nothing and promised me everything. I stood in the mud of the border outpost, counting the stitches in the leather of my boots, knowing that if I could find Prince Kael by the solstice, the pension would be forty pounds a year for life. If I failed, it would be nothing, just the...

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