The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The ink was still wet on the ledger when I heard the scratching. It was a sound like a mouse gnawing on dry bone, sharp and persistent, coming from the space beneath the floorboards of my study. I did not look up. I was in the middle of calculating the depreciation of the eastern wing’s timber, a task that required a stillness of mind I had not possessed in years. The house, a sprawling...

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