The Faded Root
The oak tree in the center of the town square did not merely stand; it endured, a massive, gnarled sentinel whose roots had long since swallowed the cobblestones beneath its canopy, and as the autumn wind began to strip the leaves from its boughs, sending them spiraling down like the final, desperate confessions of a dying man, Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the plaza, his coat collar turned...
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