The Faded Root
Chapter One The canal cities of the delta hummed with the low, grinding friction of commerce, a sound that rose from the wet stone and settled into the mud like silt. Here, in the border town where two languages met in the rain, the air always tasted of brine and rusted iron. Amaru Acheron, twelve years old and small for his age, stood alone in the obsidian throne room, the only place in the...
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