The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

You can’t read that here, Thomas. The Abbot’s voice was not loud, but it carried the weight of stone. It settled on Thomas’s bruised ribs like a wet wool blanket, heavy and suffocating. Thomas stood in the infirmary, the air thick with the smell of camphor and old sweat. He held his side, the pain a dull, rhythmic throb that matched the beating of his heart. He was forty years old, a man who...

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