The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The leather of the scabbard was worn smooth by three decades of handling, a texture as familiar to Sir Aldric’s palm as the grain of his own hand, and he held it tight against his thigh as the gates of the royal court groaned shut behind him, sealing out the clatter of hooves and the distant, bureaucratic hum of the chancery. He was forty years old, a knight of the royal guard, and in the year...

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