The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The feast was a failure, though the Duke smiled as if he had won a war. The hall smelled of roasted boar and old sweat, a thick, cloying scent that sat heavy on the tongue, masking the sharper, metallic tang of the stone in the center of the room. I was twelve years old, a scribe’s apprentice with ink-stained fingers that trembled not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of what I...

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