The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The parchment lay flat on the oak table, the ink still wet, smelling of iron gall and damp earth. I signed my name, Elias Thorne, Magistrate of Oakhaven, with a hand that trembled only slightly, a shiver born of the cold creeping through the stone floor rather than fear. The document was the final audit of the grain stores, a task I had undertaken to secure my pension, a modest sum that would...

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