The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain had been falling since before I was born, or so it seemed, a grey, relentless curtain that washed the stone of the ancestral estate into a slick, weeping skin, blurring the line between the earth and the sky until the world felt less like a place one could stand within and more like a memory dissolving in the mouth of time. I am the last of the Whitmore line, a fact that carries the...

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