The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The banquet was a massacre of silverware and silence. You sat at the head of the long oak table in the community hall of Oakhaven, a town that had forgotten how to whisper but had never learned how to scream. The air smelled of roasted pheasant, stale wine, and the metallic tang of anxiety that clung to the backs of your neighbors’ necks. They were staring at you. Not with malice, exactly, but...

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