The Faded Root
The house breathes in the dark, a slow and rhythmic expansion of timber and stone that you feel in your teeth before you hear it in the air. You sit in the center of the grand hall, the floorboards cold beneath your knees, surrounded by the silence of the estate that has consumed your life for the past decade. The chandelier above, a tangled nest of crystal and iron, remains unlit, yet it casts...
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