The Faded Root
The Faded RootThe garden at Ashworth Hall had roots older than the house itself. Thomas Ashworth knew every one of them—the ancient apple trees that had borne fruit since before the war, their trunks swollen into something that looked less like botanical matter and more like the legs of some patient, immovable beast. He ran his palm along the bark of the greatest one, the one the locals called...
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