The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The ink on the contract was not merely wet; it was a living, black fluid that seemed to pulse against the grain of the paper, a viscous shadow that spread outward from the tip of the pen with a slow, deliberate hunger that I felt in the marrow of my bones as I watched my brother, Silas, sign his name with a flourish that was both elegant and final, sealing our fate in a language that was no...

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