The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The fog in Oakhaven does not roll in; it seeps up from the soil, a cold, wet breath that settles into the joints and the wool, turning the world into a grey smear where the horizon is merely a suggestion rather than a fact. You are Elias, a weaver of forty years, and your hands are stained with indigo and the dust of the loom, a permanent map of your trade etched into the whorls of your...

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