The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The air in the Halliday estate tasted of copper and burnt sugar. It was a thick, cloying sweetness that sat heavy on the tongue, masking the damp rot of the old oaks that lined the perimeter. I stood by the silver platter, my hand trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence in the room. My name is Elias. I am a man who has spent forty years in the uniform, my...

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