The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The bell tolls, a dull thud in your chest, marking the hour for the condemned. You are Elias, warden of the stone abbey of St. Jude, and your hands tremble not from cold, but from the weight of the parchment in your satchel. Thomas Bradshaw, the thief, waits in the dark beneath the cloister, his breath a ragged sound in the silence. You have come to offer him the final pardon, a scrap of ink...

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