The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The vellum was wet again, Brother Elias thought, pressing his thumb against the corner to check for dampness, though the air in the scriptorium was dry as old bone. He looked up, not at the page, but at the Abbot, who stood in the doorway with his arms crossed, a silhouette cut from the darkness of the corridor. "It is spreading, is it not?" the Abbot asked, his voice low, carrying the weight...

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