The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The house exhaled a breath of dust and dry rot as I packed the last of the antiques into the black trucks. It was a sound I had come to associate with my own lungs, that slow, rattling sigh of a body running out of air. I am a man who has spent forty years buying and selling the past, a broker of ghosts in mahogany and velvet, yet I could not sell this. The estate of Elias Thorne was not for...

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