The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

"Give me the root," Gaspard Bouchard said, his voice flat as the tide going out. "Before the Abbot comes back from the toll." Chapter One The air in the scriptorium smelled of wet wool and old ink. Gaspard, thirty-two and junior archivist, held the vial. Inside, the fungal extract swirled, a pale, sickly yellow. It was the Root of Mercy, a thing that ate memory to feed the body. He had stolen...

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