The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

"You have three years left, Nils. Count them carefully." The elder’s voice was flat, a stone dropped into deep water. Nils Forsberg stood at the edge of the badlands, the heat shimmer on the road bending the air until the cliffs looked like they were breathing. He was twelve years old, though his joints ached with the stiffness of a man twice his age. The path behind him was worn smooth, a...

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