The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Chapter One I am old now, and the stone beneath my hands is cold, but I remember the heat of the sirocco that turned the sugar cane into brittle straw. It was 1347 in the old calendar, or perhaps a year later, the dates blurred by the fever that took the town. I sat in the scriptorium, a retired stagecoach guard turned scholar, my fingers stained with iron gall ink. I wanted to finish the...

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