The Faded Root
Chapter One Amor Garcia’s fingers, stained with the indigo dye of the sweatshop loft, moved with a mechanical precision that belied the tremor in her wrists, stitching the hem of a uniform while her eyes tracked the cracked jade root lying in the garden bed below the window. It was a relic of the old court, a fragment of a larger whole that she had seen only in the archives at thirty-one of...
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