The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Chapter One I was halfway through sharpening the axe head when the fog rolled in off the river, thick and tasting of wet ash. My hands were busy, the whetstone sliding against the steel with a rhythmic rasp that sounded like a man clearing his throat, but my eyes were fixed on the mirror hanging above the workbench, where my reflection was three paces behind me, walking. I had been a millwright...

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