The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The sap was warm. Sakura Ishikawa pressed her thumb against the black ooze seeping from the base of the throne, the moisture cold and gritty under her nail like wet sand. It had been thirty years since the court’s stones began to bleed, a slow, fungal rot that no mason could patch and no priest could pray away. The King sat above her, a hollowed shell of authority, his eyes fixed on a point in...

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