The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The bill was written in a hand that shook slightly, the ink blotched where the quill had paused over the sum, a debt of forty silver marks for the excavation of a corpse that had not been a corpse for three years. I held the parchment under the guttering tallow candle in the damp cellar of St. Jude’s Abbey, the smell of rotting cabbage and wet stone so thick I could taste the copper on my...

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