The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

In the dream, the house breathed. It was a vast, stone edifice, perched upon a cliff of black basalt. The walls wept with condensation that tasted of iron and old wine. Elias Vane stood in the center of the library. He held a book in his hands. The pages were blank. He looked up. The shelves were empty. No, not empty. Full of shadows. They moved. They rustled like dry leaves in a wind that did...

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