The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The house breathed. Not in the way of wind. Not in the way of settling wood. It breathed with a wet, rhythmic pull. In and out. In and out. Elias stood in the hallway. His tie was loose. His hands shook. He was a man of ledgers. Of balances. Of quiet, orderly lives. But the house was not orderly. The house was hungry. It was 1893. The city outside was loud. The trains screamed at night. The...

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