The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The floorboards groaned. It was a specific creak. Low. Resonant. Elias stood in the center of the hall. He counted the steps. One. Two. Three. The dust motes hung in the air. Still. Suspended. The house breathed. A dry, rattling exhalation. Elias was twelve. He wore wool socks. The wool was itchy. He did not care. The house was vast. Too vast. The ceilings soared. Lost in shadow. The walls were...

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