The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The feast in the market square was a riot of roasted goose and spilled ale, the kind of abundance that usually made the Guild Archivist’s face twitch with disapproval, but tonight he was smiling, a wet, stone-cold smile that didn’t reach his eyes as he poured me a cup of mead and asked if I had considered the terms of the deed. I looked down at my right hand, resting on the rough-hewn table,...

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