The Faded Root
Aldous. The name was not spoken but shouted, a jagged tear in the silence of the Great Hall, and it came from the High Chancellor, a man whose robes were the color of dried blood and whose voice possessed the dry, rasping quality of parchment being scraped clean. Aldous Vane, Captain of the Guard, stood in the center of the marble floor, his sword raised, the tip trembling not from fear but...
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