The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The house breathed. That was the only word for it. A slow, wet inhalation through the cracked foundation, a shudder in the floorboards that had nothing to do with the wind. Elias sat in the corner of the attic. The dust was thick here. It coated his shoulders, his beard, his hands. He looked like a statue carved from old wool. He did not blink. He watched the wall. The wall was peeling. The...

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