The Faded Root
You sit in the dark of the living room, the air thick with the scent of damp plaster and old dust. The house is too quiet. It is a contemporary build, all clean lines and glass, but the silence inside it has the weight of a crypt. You are not a detective in the way the movies show them. You do not wear a trench coat. You do not smoke. You are simply a man who has run out of money and found a...
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