The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The quill had been in Thomas’s hand for four hours, and the ink was running low, a viscous, black sludge that smelled of iron and old blood. He counted the strokes of the letter *T*, then the *h*, then the *e*, each movement a small, deliberate act of war against the trembling in his left shoulder, a phantom ache that had settled into the bone since the siege of Kinsale, twelve years past, when...

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