The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The cellar door did not open so much as it exhaled, a long, rattling sigh of rusted hinges that seemed to pull the air out of the room and leave us breathing nothing but dust and the memory of rain. I stood before it, my fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, violent recognition that the darkness waiting inside was not empty. It was a mouth. It had been waiting for me to speak....

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