The Faded Root
The house stood in the valley like a stone that had forgotten how to sink, its eaves darkened by decades of rain that fell with the persistence of a low tide. I was not always a ghost, nor did I begin my haunting as a malevolent spirit seeking revenge, but rather as a creature of profound and silent confusion, a being who had mistaken the decay of the body for the death of the soul. My name,...
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