The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The dampness in the Obsidian Keep did not smell of mold, but of ozone and old copper, a scent that clung to the back of Sir Aldric’s throat like a swallowed stone. He stood before the root, a gnarled, pulsating mass of black wood that throbbed with a slow, arrhythmic beat, mirroring the erratic flutter of his own heart. His son, Thomas, lay in the tower above, his body shrinking by the day, his...

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