The Faded Root
The coat was gone before I could grasp it. It had not been stolen, nor had it fallen off the hook by accident. It had simply ceased to be there, leaving behind only the faint, ghostly outline of wool and a scent of old rain that clung to the air like a memory too persistent to fade. I stood in the center of the hallway, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the sudden, hollow silence where...
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