The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The chisel bit into the granite, sending a spray of white dust across the obsidian floor, and you wiped your brow with a sleeve that was already stiff with grime. The Faded Root, a slab of black stone no larger than a loaf of bread, sat in the cradle of your left hand, its surface smooth as river glass. It did not vibrate, did not glow, and did not hum; it simply sat there, heavy and cold,...

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