The Faded Root
Chapter One "You are late, and the tide does not wait for your pride," the ferryman said, his voice low against the creak of the hull. Miguel Valdes stood on the wet stone of the quay, the wind tearing at his cloak, while the ferryman, a man named Sancho, refused to cast off the line. The year was 1342, and the plague had taken the eastern half of the village, leaving the air heavy with rotting...
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