The Faded Root
The banquet hall, which had once housed the living breath of three generations of the Ashworth lineage, now served as a cathedral for the dead, its high vaulted ceilings pressing down with the weight of centuries and the silence of a world that had forgotten how to speak. I stood in the center of the marble floor, my uniform immaculate yet feeling like a shroud woven from the threads of my own...
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