The Faded Root
Reyna Arellano stood in the mud of the town square, her throat raw from screaming at a man who was no longer entirely human. She had wanted to see her father free, to drag him out of the cell where he had refused the ceremonial bread, but the mud sucked at her boots with a patience that felt deliberate. The Mayor, whose face had begun to turn to bark along the jawline, watched her with eyes...
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