The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The ink on the broadsheet was still wet, a slick, black mirror reflecting the candlelight as you pressed your thumb against the parchment, the cold seeping into the bone of your hand, a physical reminder that the winter was not merely a season but a predator circling the city’s edges, hungry and patient. You are Elias, twelve years old, and your stomach is a hollow drum that has not beaten with...

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